Get Smoked Lyrics & Chords By Lil Mouse
09, we tote; my niggers ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked
I'm rolling, all my niggers rolling
Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan
I'm cutting up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards
I'm gettin head while giving head, that's a head on collision
I'm on a pain pain pill, I keep this shit trill
These niggers ain't for real, like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back like a fucking fifth wheel
That bitch makes her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggers on, but some of those niggers gone
Them niggers calling my phone, leave me alone
I'm lighting up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don't lie; except 5-0
Different colored TruckFit shirts, you niggers put on your skirts
If I die of these purps, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of the work, we Rob, like Berth
Yeeeeaaaaaaaah Niggaaaa!
09, we tote; my niggers ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, she will fuck arounds and get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, she will fuck arounds and get smoked
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you go meet them
My niggers rolling for sitter; that bitch going, she's a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move badband, young nigger on freeband
.30 clips and them hollow tips make him do the running man
That Glock 40 I'm tucking it man; I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggers talking shit in the club, he better watch himself
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gonna need some help
I'm a gangster, nigger, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left
09, we tote; my niggers ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked(shut up lil mouse!)
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked
Running round with my gangsters, running up on these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It's pussy, money, and kush, skateboards and shroom
These niggers think they're the shit, these niggers perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed
We don't cut the coke, that's Diet Coke
These niggers broke, I'm paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tongue's like a surfboard, and her pussy's like a wave pool
Tunechi
09, we tote; my niggers ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked (get smoked)
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked(they go)
09, we tote(we tote) my niggers ain't no joke(no joke)
And we keep them blows(them blows) so please don't get smoked(get smoked)
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked
Fuck arounds with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck arounds and get smoked (this hoe out!)
