tiny b – smoking who? smoking what? lyrics
[intro: tiny b]
tiny b, you know we back in the booth
for another banger
[chorus: tiny b]
smokin my deads so it’s up
smokin on charlie i don’t give a f+ck, like
how you feel cause i’m calling your bluff
got the gun on my hip, but i still put it down
just to beat up the [?] like
and i’m spinnin the mitch on the daily
super tough, let me show y’all b+tches not crazy
smoking who? smoking what?
[verse 1: tiny b]
bring a b+tch down and i’m leaving her lazy
and it’s up and it’s stuck for a fact
looking for v, so i’m bound to attack
and you said what you said, so i gotta react
and i’m back on that block for a fact, like
ayo dougie, what we doing?
too tact and you know that i’m booming
talkin on [?] and you know imma lose it, like
ayo [?] right thing yea we got them
stop the v, yeah you know imma pop
up on the board little girl check the roster
suck d+ck, don’t mention the flockas
look at what we do, we ain’t goin for nada
everything dead when we walk in the spot
[?] gang and we making it hot
cuz i know who i am and i know who i’m not
[chorus: tiny b]
smokin my deads so it’s up
smokin on charlie i don’t give a f+ck, like
how you feel cause i’m calling your bluff
got the gun on my hip, but i still put it down
just to beat up the [?] like
and i’m spinnin the mitch on the daily
super tough, let me show y’all b+tches not crazy
smoking who? smoking what?
[verse 2: dougie b]
i’m so high, feel like johnny, can’t see me
baby caribbean, she tryna [?]
like we get st+rdy, too st+rdy, like woah
i be the [?] like this, i have a goal
like to the rhythm, tweakin to the flow
like to the bass, i’m geekin in my soul
i call a balla, ain’t catchin no dv, do em like [?] she on go
love me a baddie on bt, i need a baddie balla who gon throw
like, life of the party, that be me [?] flock she thought it was a pole
like, we tote a mac & a sleeze, jackin this k and deads we boutta smoke
like [?] mans [?] shootin [?]
[?] smokin deads till we choke
[chorus: tiny b]
smokin my deads so it’s up
smokin on charlie i don’t give a f+ck, like
how you feel cause i’m calling your bluff
got the gun on my hip, but i still put it down
just to beat up the [?] like
and i’m spinnin the mitch on the daily
super tough, let me show y’all b+tches not crazy
smoking who? smoking what?
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