Super Smoke (feat. Jamie Saturn)
Smoke Supreme
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Yuh, aye, aye (Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes) Yuh, yuh yuh Aye, Smoke Supreme in this bitch Aye (Benny Hennessy) I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi Got bad bitches by the plenty Smoking kush when I be stressin' Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah) I be rollin' up the smoke Bad bitch 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 pass it around (pass it around) On my neck a couple thou On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou) That bitch 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' shit I'll lay him down, bow I just popped another flat And my pockets extra fat Yeah my bitch got hella tats And I'm smokin' on this thrax Yeah this drank got me litty, aye Bust right on her titty, aye Countin' all these millies, aye Philly that's my city, aye Catch me ridin' round in a Rarri with my team bitch You know I be smokin' on that strong, know what I mean bitch I ain't fuckin' with no crackin' cards or money schemes bitch Rest in peace to Fredo, I ain't sippin' on that lean bitch I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi Got bad bitches by the plenty Smoking kush when I be stressin' Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah) I be rollin' up the smoke Bad bitch 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 pass it around (pass it around) On my neck a couple thou On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou) That bitch 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' shit I'll lay him down, bow 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 killing's an accomplishment (aye) Nigga talkin' shit I use a bullet as a condiment (aye) Fuckin' with the hottest bitch (huh) Body, yeah I'll catch it bitch (aye, yuh) I won't pass this shit (aye) OG cookies smell like acid piss (skuh) All up in the thotty throat (what) Make you catch the holy ghost (aye, aye, aye, aye) Make a nigga body flip, have bullet holes all in his clothes (skuh) I rock Gucci, I rock Fendi Got bad bitches by the plenty Smoking kush when I be stressin' Crackin' cards, boy you finessin' (nah) I be rollin' up the smoke Bad bitch 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 pass it around (pass it around) On my neck a couple thou On my wrist a couple thou (a couple thou) That bitch 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' shit, I'll lay him down, bow
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