lirik lagu smoke supreme – glass pints
[smoke supreme]
bro just bought a glass pint of wock and sent it through the mail
i just poured a 4 of hi~tech i’m movin’ like a snail
i could spot a 3.5 with my eyes, don’t even need a scale
gotta have them knots stacked up in case i need a bail
i was sellin’ zaza to my teachers, i could never fail
i just got your b~tch in my crib, got her wet as h~ll
got a qp of moonrocks i won’t even sell
hit her with the d~ck so good she singin’ like adele
had to eat the p~ssy three times it was good as h~ll
but imma keep that sh~t to myself, i don’t kiss and tell
shh… cause that ain’t my business
boy you worried bout what i’m doin’, need to mind your business
beat that p~ssy like a workout from planet fitness
shawty said i look good as h~ll so i gave her inches
opp was talkin’ sh~t loud as h~ll so i gave him stitches
gotta hit em with the church bell cause i’m k!lling snitches
i just rolled up a 3.5 i won’t even pass it
p~ssy talkin’ bout “roll up” but won’t even match it
my whole crib fancy as f~ck so watch where you ashin’
p~ssy boy talkin’ all that sh~t but ain’t bout that action
heard he tryna run down on me, put him in the past tense
i just hit the… i just hit the…
i just hit the mall, blew a bag on some gucci glasses
finna take a trip to the beach to look at some asses
had your b~tch cummin’ back to back like season passes
bout to drop a fire ass tape that’ll shock the masses
you ain’t got no sauce or no drip, i could give you classes
i just need a fire ass beat so i can talk my sh~t
catch a opp lackin’ broad day, empty out the clip
gotta put them rubber gloves on to load up the stick
i could call up three coke boys to come move a brick
~sniff~ d~mn, now her nose runnin’
gave my hoes ar~15s now them hoes gunnin’
say the wrong words, we gon turn nothin’ into somethin’
he was talking sh~t on twitter so i beat his ass in public
[kasher quon]
just ran into my opp at the store that n~gga runnin’
f~cked this b~tch for a hour she said she cummin’
like… i put it in her stomach
i heard you ain’t f~ck that b~tch, you just be humpin’
shot that n~gga 25 times now he crumpin’
ran into my opp at the mall, i stumped him
he was calling for security
told that b~tch i ain’t normal, i’m a celebrity
and you gotta keep a pistol that’s just how it be
i just made 25 hundred times three
that’s 75, ran into a fan he said “that’s kasher quon”
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