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letra de 4 am - smoke supreme

[intro]
yuh, yuh
smoke supreme
aye, aye (yuh)
aye, aye, aye, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse]
b-tch it’s smoke supreme i rolled another spliff, aye (aye)
i ain’t on livemixtapes but i’m on datpiff (woo)
when i pull up to the scene, they know what it is (aye)
hoes at my shows, takin’ off they clothes and sh-t (godd-mn, aye)
b-tch i’m 19 but i feel like i’m a little older (aye)
i just poured some purple in my pineapple soda (godd-mn, aye)
i remember back in high school, man i was a loner (d-mn)
now everybody say w-ssup, so i act like i know em (w-ssup)

okay i’m runnin’ all these checks up (flex)
money never lesser (cash)
i told that b-tch to catch up (hoe)
my family got me stressed up (d-mn)
i’m rollin off a bean (molly)
you know just how it be (uh-huh)
these b-tches talk to me (w-ssup)
because i’m smoke supreme (godd-mn)

my objective right now is make my momma proud (uh-huh)
but i hate goin to school, i’m thinkin’ bout droppin’ out (yuh)
and my daddy he don’t like the sh-t i’m rappin’ bout (nah)
but these hoes all over me because i got the clout, godd-mn
i been dreamin’ bout a new beamer (woo)
leather interior up in that two seater (leather)
man i heard they tryna rob, i got that new heater (bow)
i’m a skinny boy so i can’t wear no wife-beater

b-tch it’s 4 am, i’m tryna write a f-ckin’ paper (d-mn)
but i’m writin’ raps so i can stack some f-ckin’ paper (guap)
ex b-tch callin’ me for money, askin’ for a favor (h-ll nah)
i can’t trust n0body, i can’t even trust my neighbors, godd-mn
man they kicked me outta art school, now i’m back in jersey (d-mn)
i be paranoid, i feel like someone’s out to hurt me (watch out)
rockin’ t-shirts and some hoodies, i can’t f-ck with jerseys (nah)
i be k!llin’ all these beats can’t show no f-ckin’ mercy (h-ll nah)

i remember all the hoes that used to overlook me (uh-huh)
i remember skippin’ school, man i was playin’ hooky (yeah)
been in the game for two years, i ain’t a f-ckin’ rookie (nah)
doin’ shows up in new york and smokin’ on some cookie (gas)
i’m tryna run away, i’m finna fly to f-ckin’ cali (cali)
b-tches screamin’ out my name like it’s a f-ckin’ rally (woo)
i just f-cked this bad b-tch i think her name is sally (d-mn)
call me on my phone, said that she can’t sleep without me (ha)

shoutout jamie, shoutout kujo, we the f-ckin’ best (yuh)
shoutout azi, shoutout ‘jjora, we above the rest (uh-huh)
shoutout carpenter and free my big homie seth (free seth)
and if you f-ckin’ with the team we lay ya -ss to rest (bow bow)
squad

- smoke supreme

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