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why g, casper tng & bundog - lotion lyrics

[intro: casper tng]
and they (want no smoke), and they want no smoke, want no smoke, want no smoke
they call my phone because it’s potent
and his blood gon’ spread, [?] like it’s lotion
(dt beatz)

[verse 1: casper tng]
these mcqueens, they don’t even crease
f+ck the opps ’til i’m deceased (’til i’m deceased)
send the lo’ where we can meet (we can meet)
they ain’t even comin’ for me, they tryna get me through a treesh (b+tch)
she a bad light skin (uh, uh), give me head like she a geek, yeah (yeah)
freak, she a freak (freak), picked her up right by the creek (right by the creek)
and she wanna stay for weeks, just one night ’cause she a skeez
and we trappin’ like we meech, you bathe in blood, we bathe in bleach (we bathe in bleach)
and i feel like tlc when i’m on your side (yeah, yeah), i creep (creep)
[chorus: casper tng]
these n+ggas don’t want no problem, don’t want no smoke (they don’t want no smoke)
this finky called my line because it’s potent (because it’s potent)
and why you sittin’ on your couch? you got no motion (you got no motion)
and i know i head tapped, no, i ain’t hopin’ (boom, boom)
got young n+ggas, they gon’ k!ll you, no provokin’ (with no provokin’)
i ain’t even offer tokens (offer tokens), shootin’, they tryna poke him (tryna poke him)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s lotion (grr)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s—, ah (grr, grr, grr)

[verse 2: why g]
neat, discreet (lean), i get bricks for cheap (cheap)
demon like a srt (demon), i get money in my sleep
in the field we play for keeps (we do), i send loud pack overseas
and the f&n knock off limbs (hah), it will turn you amputeed (hah, hah)
my last pack got walked down with the [neens?]
i’m in the shadow, wearin’ army fatigue (army)
i f+cked that b+tch on the floor on her knees
after i cum on her back, i might leave (i’m gone)
he just an actor like keanu reeves
g30, the double stack fiends (double stack)
and i wipe a boy down like some grease (wipe down)
i’ma keep shootin’ until you deceased
you know a monster more scary than beasts (scary)
too many diamonds on my jubilee (too many)
even in church, boy, i keep it on me (i did)
thousand+dollar louis white tees (louis)
no, we don’t barbecue, i cook up the beef (cook it up)
she swallowin’ the bust like a sweet (warzone)
he a freaky boy in the trap (freaky boy)
i heard that he f+ckin’ fiends (goofy)
[chorus: casper tng]
these n+ggas don’t want no problem, don’t want no smoke (they don’t want no smoke)
this finky called my line because it’s potent (because it’s potent)
and why you sittin’ on your couch? you got no motion (you got no motion)
and i know i head tapped, no, i ain’t hopin’ (boom, boom)
got young n+ggas, they gon’ k!ll you, no provokin’ (with no provokin’)
i ain’t even offer tokens (offer tokens), shootin’, they tryna poke him (tryna poke him)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s lotion (grr)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s—, ah (grr, grr, grr)

[verse 3: dr. bushman]
rickies on my feet, make your ho l!ck my weewee (l!ck my wee)
come from mtr, we talk french on pgp
je m’appelle bushman, or monsieur super ot (ot)
i ran off on his ass, but forgot to say merci (forgot to say thank you)
baby, my shooters tote small glocks, ain’t no xds (grrah)
pull up in x6 2023, f+ck the m3 (skrrt, skrrt)
money on my tee, amiri jeans cost twenty+three (money on my tee)
scamma dem deh yah, she want that naija bbc (ayy)
bad b+tch tryna oneaz me like she a ghb (bad b+tch tryna oneaz me)
all the ‘tention on bushman, your b+tch got add
broski did it super neat, he must got ocd
no lola brookes, them man get cooked if n+ggas play with me (baow)

[chorus: casper tng]
these n+ggas don’t want no problem, don’t want no smoke (they don’t want no smoke)
this finky called my line because it’s potent (because it’s potent)
and why you sittin’ on your couch? you got no motion (you got no motion)
and i know i head tapped, no, i ain’t hopin’ (boom, boom)
got young n+ggas, they gon’ k!ll you, no provokin’ (with no provokin’)
i ain’t even offer tokens (offer tokens), shootin’, they tryna poke him (tryna poke him)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s lotion (grr)
boots all over his body, his blood gon’ spread just like it’s—, ah (grr, grr, grr)
[verse 4: bundog]
leave the streets if you tryna beef with me
you get wrapped in a white sheet, in the field way more than cleats
murder sh+t, you murder beats, get away to murder his [?]
only time i heard of you was when you went and murdered tweets
please, believe, i’m the one that feed the streets
i’m the reason that dog cheap, i’m the reason for high heat
he’s a thief, only way he gets his cheese
we got motion in the streets, how you think we got aps?
she achieves every goal up on on her knees (on her knees)
when she suckin’ on my seed, it’s only time she could succeed (suck it)
please, believe, we got motion in these streets
i got hh for the low, i got comeback for the free (free, free)

- why g casper tng bundog lyrics

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