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lirik lagu lord infamous - smoking papers

[hook: lord infamous]
i got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
iem got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
i got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
never leavin’ home without it
i will leak your -ss b-tch

[verse 1: lord infamous]
scarecrow, tha calico give ya some inlet
here comes the infamous bl–dy vampire
when i suck out your oxygen, take out your wind
and connect the dots on your dead skin
get me a hit of adrenalin catch this filament brains on the ceiling’
i don’t know why do you wanna play k!lla
catch you a injury fill you with pure lead
puttin’ the .50 cal up to yo neck
when i’m sn-tchin’ the tongue right up outta yo head
i am the (?) sparin’ a hoe … end up in the med
choppin’ off the razors edges, slice ’em like some light bread
love to see the spread turn bright blood-red
mane you don’t want this predicament
i will get ignorant, smoke me a cigarette
this heinous pistol, i need to get rid of it
make your b-tch -ss like you on your period
seriously make me not f-ck around
especially when i’m on funky town
load this .500 round and knock the noodles out your crown
p-ssionate bounty hunter full of c0ke and the marijuana
that is green as iguana’s
cap with the thunder and took a b-tch hop
you don’t wanna get popped by the infamous punisher
you hear the “boom” of the shotgun b-ss
double aught bucks takin’ off your throat and your face

[hook: lord infamous]
i got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
i got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
i got them smoking papers
i got a popper permit
never leavin’ home without it
i will leak your -ss b-tch

[verse 2: lil jack]
my n-gga just jumped in the chevy
he told me these suckers was heavy
we ready i k!ll anything that i scary
they scatterin’, windows was shatterin’
bullets was rattlin’ or should i say ratta-tat-tattin’ man
had to been about a hundred of ’em
but i’m constantly dumpin’ on (?) for nothin’
sip purple drank and my gold chain
poured with ice, snort a whole thang
guillotine loaded above of his head
f-ck the police we say officer d-ck
…………….off with your kids
screamin’ as you see ’em flee
weed n-gga f-ck your beats n-gga
f-ck these hoes i don’t trust these streets
i don’t ball with brand new one
plus this weed n-gga plus this heat

[verse 3: ii tone]
(ii tone)
i’m gon slow it down i’m high as f-ck
don’t need n0body i don’t love
i’m paper stickin’, f-ck the blunt
that’s my style no need to stunt
i twist it, hit it, light it, you can’t fight it cause it’s super loud
give a f-ck what you think cause i make my momma proud
money … ain’t no reggae, it be loud pack
and my whole crew smokin’ good, best believe they comin’ back
doctor treat it, said i need this, so we rolled the strip
i been smokin’ since the age of twelve (?) be a trip
n-ggas say they smokin’ good but i swear they smokin’ dirt
if you come ’round while i’m chiefin’ you gon’ get yo feelings hurt
so high as i’m smokin’, i’m keepin’ my focus
from blunts to junts, no need to front
(?) on my bag
leave it my n-gga, that’s why we mad

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