yung simmie - big smokey lyrics
yung simmie – big smokey outro (prod. ji beats)
[hook]
og blunt look like a cigar
time to sh-t on these n-gg-s, i’m p-ssed off
i be in the kitchen, i ain’t no chef but i whip it i be whippin till my wrist hurt
if a n-gg- try me, imma catch a body
imma beat a n-gg- face till my fist hurt
i’m smokin og with a couple of homies
i’m [?] these n-gg-s is phony
i be all on the cheese like it’s pepper deroni
the paper is on me, the haters is on me
and i might buy yo b-tch cuz she wanna f-ck on me and she think im a lollipop she wanna lick on me
tryna call the pigs on me, i’m breakin da law
talk stupid and i’m breakin your jaw
dark tint, can’t see in my car
late night, got my d-ck in your broad
no [?] but i’m pullin ya card
i’m a animal, these new rap n-gg-s just fresh meat, i’m about to go cannibal
yeah i pop up blowin smoke then i disappear all you hear is [inhales]
big smoky get on my level
hottest on the block the sun say i’m hot
i can go shake hands with the devil
[verse]
these n-gg-s rose pedals
pro smoker i need gold medals
come get your b-tch she wanna lick my d-ck
i’m a sharpshooter, told her f-ck the clip
she gotta count the cash and roll my blunts
say suck me good don’t give me lip
and these n-gg-s is counterfeit
that fake sh-t i counter it
i’m a benz boy hop in the whip
then i hit the mall, go spend your rent
if it don’t make money, it don’t make sense
og cologne, that be my scent
i can see the future, calling up my jeweler
these n-gg-s chickens, something like some [?]
meet me in the streets, i don’t do computers
i send you to the angels, tell him hallelujah
all my diamonds shining, vvs the diamond
she see that i came, i told her perfect timing
i be hustling, og puffin’, smoking strong, n-gg- why you bluffing
big smokey, i’m the one and only
got 2 b-tches and i’m double cupping
draco’s, my n-gg-s busting, no soulja boy, i told ya boy
we was coming back to destroy
now we on your ave i ain’t talkin troy
now we on your ave i ain’t talkin troy
[hook]
og blunt look like a cigar
time to sh-t on these n-gg-s, i’m p-ssed off
i be in the kitchen, i ain’t no chef but i whip it i be whippin till my wrist hurt
if a n-gg- try me, imma catch a body
imma beat a n-gg- face till my fist hurt
i’m smokin og with a couple of homies
i’m [?] these n-gg-s is phony
i be all on the cheese like it’s pepper deroni
the paper is on me, the haters is on me
and i might buy yo b-tch cuz she wanna f-ck on me and she think im a lollipop she wanna lick on me
tryna call the pigs on me, i’m breakin da law
talk stupid and i’m breakin your jaw
dark tint, can’t see in my car
late night, got my d-ck in your broad
no [?] but i’m pullin ya card
i’m a animal, these new rap n-gg-s just fresh meat, i’m about to go cannibal
yeah i pop up blowin smoke then i disappear all you hear is [inhales]
big smoky get on my level
hottest on the block the sun say i’m hot
i can go shake hands with the devil
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