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letra de smoking az - lil g major

[intro: lil g major]
(ahh, ahh)
(yeah, yeah)
ahh, smoking az
(3o is going to teach me)
(ahh)

[hook: lil g major]
b-tch im thuggin, thuggin, thuggin, thuggin
b-tch im thuggin, thuggin, thuggin, thuggin
b-tch im thuggin, 41 double m carti wrist is bussin
he want smoke today? there’s delays, boy you lucky
[verse 1: luhh t–zy]
no eleven bl–dy nose so we wiped it widda seven
these hoes gave me no love, no heart, not talkin’ kevin
compressor on my chop and a silence on the glock
mac 10 sparking shots on that boy we hit his top

[verse 2: lil g major]
i’m the top boy im moving bricks and i ain’t talkin’ construction
luhh t–zy keep dem sticks and we ain’t talkin’ percussion

pass a beat like a blunt, ima murder it
you sent a setup
(huh?, who?)
i ain’t heard her yet

[intro 2: lil g major]
(ahh)
(3o is going to teach me)
gang, gang, gang, gang
we wipin’ our nose
(ahh)
we wipin’ our nose

i’m speaking spanish in this b-tch ready?

[verse 3: lil g major]
e‐el t–zy, el reezy
whole gang in the cut wid sweezys
opps talk on the net, real life they cheesy
livin’ a life like me ain’t easy
.9s connect to his brain like bluetooth
she a munch she eat it like fufu
i got 1s and i keep me a .22
he act like a baby he need him a tutu

[verse 4: luhh t–zy]
whole gang active, we put in the work
pull up im the sh-t like a t-rd
az in my wood he got put on a shirt
out in streets call his name like it’s murder

ima keep it a stack, ima keep it a buck
you always lack, 5 deep in the truck
or i’m in the beamer with a clutch
on my beam we spin yo cut

[verse 5: lil g major]
az, live rent free in my lungs
az, get free clout in my songs
(inhale)
and he hit good inna wood
im santa, yo boo sat on my wood

puffin og, shotta od
draco op, he don’t know me
you think you can slide on me, huh, better show me
i keep a mopstick in case it get dirty
my clique high on az
he smell nice inna blunt
roscoe shoot like kd
35 left in the drum

[bridge: lil g major & luhh t–zy]
everybody shot everything dead
ebk i’ll run it til’ it’s backwards
they popped they all dead

[verse 6: lil g major]
racks to my ear coz i only hear money
.22s shot from deep like curry
he know that im white he think that it’s funny
funny how your hoe bounce on me like a bunny

[verse 7: luhh t–zy]
opps needa be cautious, i’m too hot
n0body got keys, got the game on lock
my opps got halos they up
up in the clouds talking to stars

[verse 8: lil g major]
like a condiment, opps they dippin
ain’t talkin’ bout cheetos when i’m stacking my chips in
she don’t shut up, “what”, like playboi carti
trap full of b-tches like playboy party

[outro: lil g major & luhh t–zy]
(ahh)
everybody shot
(they dead, dead, dead, dead)
(ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)

my cousins aunty birthed a goat
yeah she did
oppas dumb yeah they a joke
haha b-tch im lit

(get st-rdy, get st-rdy)
(get dirty, get dirty)

- lil g major

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