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Letra : SMOKE UP
Pull up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, I get too lit, a'ight
What? Hold up, yeah, yeah
Mattu put me on
Man, I get bare noddy
Man, I get bare lit, lit, lit
Smoke up the bongy (Pull up)
Smoke up the bongy
Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)
A-A-A-And if I wanna plug my guy (Plu-Plug)
He shouldn't get p*ssed if I charge him
And if it w-And if it was a gamе of size (Oh, God)
Soon you'd come to realisе your plans got shafted
T-T-Take p*ss and your face get clarted
Me and my b*t*h in the Wraith, get blasted, man
I-I-I'm so high, I got planted
This that new BVDLVD sh*t
I tel-tel-tel-tell a man I'll bill it, I bill it but I can't bill it
Because it takes me actually fourty minutes
That's a minimum, you can f**k off your opinion
I'm sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of 'em
Ah, man ain't no civilian
PUNK!'s about to hit the fifth M, five million
Uh, so, who's sleeping good, now?
Yeah
Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah)
Yeah, I sleep good at night
And I get bare noddy
Yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
All you man just pricks
Yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*t*h (Yeah)
Y-Y-Yeah, yeah, w-w-w-w-what you smoking, G? (What you smoking?)
Is it loud-loud or you just ga**ing me?
I-I-I buss a Maggie from the bossman, £3.50
I'm a 3/5 away from a tragedy
I actually got the whole scene mad at me
That's a BODLOD with a hot bod, badder B
Factually, I got lots for my family
And if you chatting sh*t, I got the mandem like the cavalry
Smoke up, smoke up
Y-Y-You could get f**ked with a pole aiming straight at your head like
Pull up, pull up
I-I-I'm so f**ked up off of drugs and I'm still getting paid like
Get paid, that's right
P-P-Pocket getting fatter, need a bag and my wrist iced
Yeah, could need my b*t*h and a blunt, hit 'em same time
Ma-Ma-Man, I'm up next, I heard it through the grapevine
Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)
Yeah, I did this whole song while high as f**k
Man, I get too lit, a'ight
What? Hold up, yeah, yeah
Mattu put me on
Man, I get bare noddy
Man, I get bare lit, lit, lit
Smoke up the bongy (Pull up)
Smoke up the bongy
Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)
A-A-A-And if I wanna plug my guy (Plu-Plug)
He shouldn't get p*ssed if I charge him
And if it w-And if it was a gamе of size (Oh, God)
Soon you'd come to realisе your plans got shafted
T-T-Take p*ss and your face get clarted
Me and my b*t*h in the Wraith, get blasted, man
I-I-I'm so high, I got planted
This that new BVDLVD sh*t
I tel-tel-tel-tell a man I'll bill it, I bill it but I can't bill it
Because it takes me actually fourty minutes
That's a minimum, you can f**k off your opinion
I'm sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of the, sick of 'em
Ah, man ain't no civilian
PUNK!'s about to hit the fifth M, five million
Uh, so, who's sleeping good, now?
Yeah
Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah)
Yeah, I sleep good at night
And I get bare noddy
Yeah, I get too lit
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
All you man just pricks
Yeah, your flow's too sloppy
Man are too sick, too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*t*h (Yeah)
Y-Y-Yeah, yeah, w-w-w-w-what you smoking, G? (What you smoking?)
Is it loud-loud or you just ga**ing me?
I-I-I buss a Maggie from the bossman, £3.50
I'm a 3/5 away from a tragedy
I actually got the whole scene mad at me
That's a BODLOD with a hot bod, badder B
Factually, I got lots for my family
And if you chatting sh*t, I got the mandem like the cavalry
Smoke up, smoke up
Y-Y-You could get f**ked with a pole aiming straight at your head like
Pull up, pull up
I-I-I'm so f**ked up off of drugs and I'm still getting paid like
Get paid, that's right
P-P-Pocket getting fatter, need a bag and my wrist iced
Yeah, could need my b*t*h and a blunt, hit 'em same time
Ma-Ma-Man, I'm up next, I heard it through the grapevine
Yeah, I sleep good at night (Night, what?)
Yeah, yeah, I get bare noddy (Yessir, that's head)
Yeah, I get too lit (Too lit)
Smoke up, smoke up the bongy
A-A-A-All you man just pricks (You're a prick)
Y-Y-Yeah, your flow's too sloppy (Too slop, too slop-op-op)
Man are too sick (Sick), too sick
Yeah, man, I move godly (I'm a god, yeah, y-yeah)
Yeah, I did this whole song while high as f**k
