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letra de smoke up - low the great & calirant

[intro: calirant]
low the great
calirant, baby
look

[verse 1: calirant]
i’m still seein’ hater b-tches lookin’ at me at the corner of their lazy eye, i tryna say, “hi”
knowin’ d-mn well you don’t like me, b-tch, i see how they try
you know why, i’m that b-tch, yeah, i’m misunderstood
i need some hater ray for there hoes, they finna be shook, look
cum twice, if you’re a real b-tch, get your dough up
lil’ one, f-ck the bullsh-t, got my day ones, real ones
that’s the game, b-tch, compton
cali, baby, yeah, we stay on that bullsh-t, huh
your n-gga know, he love it, but he can’t push on it
you know i’m too bad, too sad, he busted for it
can’t f-ck with a broke n-gga, can’t afford it
and yеs, i’m queen bee, and yes, please, i camе up on it, huh
that’s why your hoes still press, get off your ass, baby girl, and go get a check, look
and your n-gga up next, and he ain’t never gon’ stop wantin’ me, he swear i’m the best, ha

[chorus: calirant]
hatin’ b-tches go be masks, so be glad
take n-ggas still starin’, askin’ for a follow back
real b-tches get the money, f-ck the clout
and these hatin’ ass b-tches go keep runnin’ they mouth, so wha’?
i roll up on ’em, smoke up on ’em
i roll up on ’em, smoke up on ’em
[verse 2: calirant]
doin’ donuts in the benz, yes, like that
seen a hunned k on the wrist, i’ma cut that
you hoes is mad, y ‘all need to stop that
get your dough up, lil’ baby, where your rack at?
i’m from the eastside, but i’m on the west coast
and i’m screamin’, “compton”, on every track, though
yeah, it’s the new thing, pretty face, i guess i smack hoes
and if you wanna call it, then say where is that, though, b-tch?
i’m on too many of you b-tches is mine
’cause i’m steady livin’ life, and your man know i’m fine, ha
yes, i know, i’m a dime
small waist, and pretty face, and peepin’ mad hoes all the time, hoe
i keep them on a leash, ’cause all they do is bark
get on my face, ask me questions, you’re a narc?
you starin’ at me, ’cause you know that i’m a star
we poppin’ bottles like we at the motherf-ckin’ bar

[outro: calirant]
hatin’ b-tches go be masks, so be glad
take n-ggas still starin’, askin’ for a follow back
real b-tches get the money, f-ck the clout
and these hatin’ ass b-tches go keep runnin’ they mouth, so wha’?
i roll up on ’em, smoke up on ’em
i roll up on ’em, smoke up on ’em
yeah, it’s like that

- low the great calirant

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