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young dolph - smoke my weed lyrics

[intro]
(listen to this track, b+tch)
(drumma boy)
like, i don’t know what this sh+t called, man, like
i just got a gift, man to run this motherf+ckin’ paper up (oh, you special)
like, i just feel special, don’t know what it is (okay)
ayy

[verse 1]
all these b+tches love me ’cause i’m special
yeah, yeah, yeah, thirty b+tches on me like hugh hefner (woo)
woah, woah, woah, yeah, she fine as f+ck, but she bis+xual
uh, uh, uh, boy, i’m a heavyweight, you just a feather (ayy, ayy)
the only n+gga in the club with an umbrella (make it rain on them hoes)
middle of the summer, rockin’ a gucci sweater, ayy
my jewelry box is so precious, man, that’s my treasure (my treasure box)
got her legs up in the air, panties on the dresser (hahahaha)
i got her number, but only call her for pleasure (brrt, ayy, where you at?)
they ask how was i so successful, ’cause i’m special (it’s dolph)
that strong, it came from cali, reggie came from texas (uh+huh)
say you want twenty of ’em, meet me at the checkers (pull up)
[chorus]
luxury lifestyle and shoppin’ sprees (yeah)
she just wanna f+ck and smoke my weed (ayy, hold up, lil’ mama)
i told my homeboy everything on me (ha, ayy, it’s on me)
i got two for you and two for me (bad b+tches)
if that b+tch ain’t f+ckin’, make her leave (oh, you gotta go, lil’ mama)
try one of my n+ggas, i’ma squeeze (uh+huh)
i just smoked a pound of lemon tree (woo)
she just wanna f+ck and smoke my weed

[verse 2]
ha, hold up, she just wanna f+ck and smoke my dope (godd+mn)
she asked, can she hit my cup? and i said, “nope” (h+ll nah)
trappers in the hood look up to me like the pope (it’s dolph)
your b+tch jump on my d+ck like she jumpin’ rope (yeah, yeah)
took my b+tch overseas and jumped on a boat (jumped on a boat)
what the f+ck is ten stacks? i spent that on a coat (swag)
i’m not a distinguished gentleman, i’m a distinguished trapper
they asked what i do for fun, i said, “mm, sh+t on rappers,” uh
i’m nothin’ like the rest of ’em (nah)
go to war with the best of ’em (yeah)
she bad, i already f+cked her (yeah)
my bad, i didn’t know you love her
freshest n+gga that’s in it, pinky ring look like i’m pimpin’
six rings like scotty pippen, luxury how i’m livin’ (ayy)
[chorus]
luxury lifestyle and shoppin’ sprees (yeah)
she just wanna f+ck and smoke my weed (ayy, hold up, lil’ mama)
i told my homeboy everything on me (ha, ayy, it’s on me)
i got two for you and two for me (bad b+tches)
if that b+tch ain’t f+ckin’, make her leave (oh, you gotta go, lil’ mama)
try one of my n+ggas, i’ma squeeze (uh+huh)
i just smoked a pound of lemon tree (woo)
she just wanna f+ck and smoke my weed (ha)

- young dolph lyrics

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