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lirik lagu glass pints – smoke supreme

[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”

- smoke supreme

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