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letra de do u smoke - roy kunk lug

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[intro: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch

[chorus: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)

[verse 1: roy kunk lug]
hey lil’ baby, you just short of f-cking crazy
you a psychedelic, razor sharp, motherf-cking rager, baby
smokin’, smokin’ loud, always got me lookin’ down
you focused on relations or are you thinkin’ ‘bout a pound?

[chorus: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)

[verse 2: roy kunk lug]
i’ll take you to the moon, i know they got nice rocks
thugga talked some slime, said that they’ll knock off your socks
furthermore i’m trippin’, lookin’ madly for the opps
you simply sit and relax and l!ck at your f-ckin’ chops

[chorus: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)

[verse 3: roy kunk lug]
peace and quiet, i’m askin’ nicely
i don’t think a question mark has ever been so pricey
she can’t comprehend, she’s stuck in her own head
she loves all the f-ckin’ noise, it helps her go to bed

[chorus: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)

[verse 4: roy kunk lug]
my mother doesn’t like smokers, my b-tch is packin’ fat
smoked her up on sunday evening, took a backseat to the dab
couple hours later, i see them both talkin’ h-lla mad
i guess these weed-hatin’ genes are from my motherf-cking dad

[chorus: roy kunk lug]
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (do you smoke?)
do you smoke, b-tch?
i don’t smoke, b-tch (no you don’t)

- roy kunk lug

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