a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tokes - f*cked up lyrics

[verse 1: tokes]

(let it run, jackson)

okay
i walk up in the party with no money, just a blunt in hand
now i’m in the spot with hoes on me like a summer tan
if you hate it man i understand
i used to do the same, but then i changed, now they say i’m the man
the b-tches on a molly while the homies popping xans
smoking, getting brain, ash and babies on my favorite pants
dropped the kool-aid snippet had them spinning like a ceiling fan
now i’m doing tracks with some n-ggas that’ll charge a grand
n-ggas love to hate when they peep my pictures on the gram
but like i said before – i don’t care because now i’m the man
get into the party with no bracelet on my f-cking hand
and smoke a couple doobies with some groupies where y’all n-ggas can’t
and if you think you smoking on
what i ain’t p-ssing, man
you can try your luck and come and sn-tch it out my f-cking hand
all my n-ggas looney
we no goonies
just some goofy n-ggas
all you do is simp, i get her wetter than the hoover dam
all my n-ggas chill as f-ck
all y’all n-ggas b-tches suck
all my b-tches getting bucks and sh-tting on you n-gga, f-ck
they say “tokes you rap?
i say “yeah”
they say “oh, that’s tough!”
they say “is you smoking up?!”
i said “yeah, but i’m facing this”
smoking on that gas
exxon, bp
got a pretty b-tch and she whiter than a bleached tee
same pretty b-tch been steady begging for the pee-pee
so i checked rock
she blew it
so i sent her to the d-league
please be- careful when you step to me
tipsy as a b-tch same goes for the n-ggas next to me
especially, the b-tches that be pressing me
ain’t n0body stressing me
walking through the club, zero f-cks
that’s what’s left on me

[hook: emma gatsby]
walk in the party, and they know what’s up
you’re just getting started
but i’m already f-cked up
i’m already f-cked up

- tokes lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS