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letra de super smoke - smoke supreme

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[intro:]
yuh, aye, aye
(trap-a-holics mixtapes)
yuh, yuh yuh
aye, smoke supreme in this b-tch
aye
(benny hennessy)

[chorus:]
i rock gucci, i rock fendi
got bad b-tches by the plenty
smoking kush when i be stressin’
crackin’ cards, boy you finessin’ (nah)
i be rollin’ up the smoke
bad b-tch she gimme throat
got a choppa with the scope
all this money, i need a boat
smokin’ kushy by the pound
roll a blunt and p-ss it around (p-ss it around)
on my neck a couple thou
on my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
that b-tch want me for some clout
i don’t want her, kick her out (i kick her out)
all i’ll do is smoke you out
he talkin’ sh-t i lay him down, bow

[verse 1]
i just popped another flat
and my pockets extra fat
yeah my b-tch got h-lla tats
and i’m smokin’ on this thrax
yeah this drank got me litty, aye
bust right on her t-tty, aye
countin’ all these millies, aye
philly that’s my city, aye
catch me ridin’ round in a rarri with my team b-tch
you know i be smokin’ on that strong, know what i mean b-tch
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no crackin’ cards or money schemes b-tch
rest in peace to fredo, i ain’t sippin’ on that lean b-tch

[chorus:]
i rock gucci, i rock fendi
got bad b-tches by the plenty
smoking kush when i be stressin’
crackin’ cards, boy you finessin’ (nah)
i be rollin’ up the smoke
bad b-tch she gimme throat
got a choppa with the scope
all this money, i need a boat
smokin’ kushy by the pound
roll a blunt and p-ss it around (p-ss it around)
on my neck a couple thou
on my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
that b-tch want me for some clout
i don’t want her, kick her out (i kick her out)
all i’ll do is smoke you out
he talkin’ sh-t i lay him down, bow

[verse 2: jamie saturn]
all black on my clothes (aye)
blunt smoke in my throat (aye)
posted all by me lone (skuh, aye)
i’m a thrash smokin’ dope (aye)
come from a city where a k!lling’s an accomplishment (aye)
n-gga talkin’ sh-t i use a bullet as a condiment (aye)
f-ckin’ with the hottest b-tch (huh)
body, yeah i’ll catch it b-tch (aye, yuh)
i won’t p-ss this sh-t (aye)
og cookies smell like acid p-ss (skuh)
all up in the thotty throat (what)
make you catch the holy ghost (aye, aye, aye, aye)
make a n-gga body flip, have bullet holes all in his clothes (skuh)

[chorus:]
i rock gucci, i rock fendi
got bad b-tches by the plenty
smoking kush when i be stressin’
crackin’ cards, boy you finessin’ (nah)
i be rollin’ up the smoke
bad b-tch she gimme throat
got a choppa with the scope
all this money, i need a boat
smokin’ kushy by the pound
roll a blunt and p-ss it around (p-ss it around)
on my neck a couple thou
on my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou)
that b-tch want me for some clout
i don’t want her, kick her out (i kick her out)
all i’ll do is smoke you out
he talkin’ sh-t i lay him down, bow

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