D.Will - SMOKED

Gotta punch in whenever on this type of beat
Eatin' yams with a Jamaican, Haitian
And it's no relations, Blasian you Ridin' okay, let's change locations
Not me well shit let's change the station
My dress attire all white, she wanna trip that's all night
I lost a few, I'm alright shit fuck em with some strong pipe
I fucked it up and then doubled back
It took a while but I doubled that She a old flipper so done with that
I got some hot shit'll have you jumpin' Jack, Not a long trip but come and jog a mile
White boy in here mixin' eight miles, Locked in the booth, but I'm versatile
They steady talkin' we can reconcile
I'm bout to make my own wine
Slick not quick nigga, You must be on that wrong line
Crack on sixth nigga, Pick up the phone before I spark it out
She say, uh-uhh what you talkin' bout? Look, pop the crown and take off ya blouse
It ain't nothin' more for us to talk about
When people talk you gotta make em
Swallow that shit nigga, Dolo shit body strong iron
You toothpick nigga, Everybody wanna say it but
This my shit nigga, yeah, this my shit nigga
Eatin' yams with a Jamaican, Haitian And it's no relations, Blasian
You Ridin' okay, let's change locations, Not me well shit let's change the station
My dress attire all white, She wanna trip that's all night
I lost a few, I'm alright shit fuck em with some strong pipe
In the whip right now with say, Anywhere I'm with that ay
Me, I'd rather rap today, Every year my bro day May
Might pack up and fly away, Air B&B somewhere to stay
We could box all of you niggas, If too many grab the K
Big dawg let me out the kennel, Goin' dummy on this instrumental
I wrote it down without the fuckin' pencil, gun to his cheek, now a fuckin' dimple
Just watch the feet like it's fundamentals Did that on purpose, it was incidental
If I hurt you woman it was accidental, You fine bitch, you look complimental
Top notch my brother click, huh, UGS you know we it
You niggas better watch who you runnin' with, we all know who on suckin' shit
You get blam blam if you come ay, You hear a drum don't run, say
Whiskey on it with the rum, woah ya woman said she had fun, ayy
Eatin' yams with a Jamaican, Haitian And it's no relations, Blasian
You Ridin' okay, let's change locations Not me well shit, let's change the station
My dress attire, all white She wanna trip that's all night
I lost a few, I'm alright shit fuck em with some strong pipe

Written by:
Dajon Williams

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