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Motion Szn
Sir Smoke-A-Lot
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
She make money off ha toes man fuck it I stand on ten
Extravagant hoes wanna fuck but they can't get in
Chalant type, I hesitate to give em a grin
God-like, but right now I'm taking the devils pen
Heaven sent, God gave me a gift and it's evident
Impetuously impressive with the damn flow that he in
Some people hate me without a fucking reason
If you need a reason to hate me then fuck you, here it is
Fuck anybody who ever tried to try me that's kamikaze
Suicide if I'm going down then you going down beside me
Don't take it lightly, the lighter fluid ignites at
The force of a hybrid inside me all you see is this firing iron
Bad lil thang barely open ha lips, huh
These bitches hate cause they don't know what it is
The, huh, bigger ha flame the more colder she gets
She asked me what's my name, I said 04 but shiiit
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
Ayy what the hell
Turn me down and I'll kill em softly no Dave Chappelle
Armies getting trumped by my smoke if they inhale
And the day I die, its gone be a hell of a day in hell
Fingers felt, finger fuckin the game wit a hangin nail
Brace yourself, pull the pin throw the bomb and the anger spill
Fade em well, barber shop bars dreading a tape from hell
Let this 19 say hello and it ain't Adele
I ain't takin it easy on shit bitch
Shit flips when I come in this bitch bitches shit bricks
It's sick shit this kid spits, living his little life as a misfit
Who didn't fit in shit but this shit, shit
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
She make money off ha toes man fuck it I stand on ten
Extravagant hoes wanna fuck but they can't get in
Chalant type, I hesitate to give em a grin
God-like, but right now I'm taking the devils pen
Heaven sent, God gave me a gift and it's evident
Impetuously impressive with the damn flow that he in
Some people hate me without a fucking reason
If you need a reason to hate me then fuck you, here it is
Fuck anybody who ever tried to try me that's kamikaze
Suicide if I'm going down then you going down beside me
Don't take it lightly, the lighter fluid ignites at
The force of a hybrid inside me all you see is this firing iron
Bad lil thang barely open ha lips, huh
These bitches hate cause they don't know what it is
The, huh, bigger ha flame the more colder she gets
She asked me what's my name, I said 04 but shiiit
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
My friends call me sir smoke-a-lot cause I wake up half baked
Quickly burn away then brush my teeth and start my day
They ain't seen a white boy this crazy since Norman Bates
It's plenty fish in the lake but I want me a Coi Leray
Ayy what the hell
Turn me down and I'll kill em softly no Dave Chappelle
Armies getting trumped by my smoke if they inhale
And the day I die, its gone be a hell of a day in hell
Fingers felt, finger fuckin the game wit a hangin nail
Brace yourself, pull the pin throw the bomb and the anger spill
Fade em well, barber shop bars dreading a tape from hell
Let this 19 say hello and it ain't Adele
I ain't takin it easy on shit bitch
Shit flips when I come in this bitch bitches shit bricks
It's sick shit this kid spits, living his little life as a misfit
Who didn't fit in shit but this shit, shit
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Writer(s): Jordan Hinds
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