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fuccing cartel - csmoke lyrics

soon as i hit up the bag imma call up my mama and tell her i’m rich
all of my n*ggas they focused on money i’m telling my n*ggas my n*ggas no sh*t
and i’m drilling these topics and letting my hommies to know that i rap and i drill
they be tryna go k!ll they be tryna go bill they be tryna go spill i got hunnids and thousands and millies no steal

n*gga i’m carter
tell onl my b*tches i’m harder
melodies shottas
my hommie i’m tryna go murder
i’m smoking my weed ain’t no sober
b*tches on uppers
skate on the board
dealing with fraud
keeping my word

ran out the crib i don’t f*ck with no b*tch she be l!cking my sword
grillz on my d*ck i be playing my tricks i got hate in my world
on my way to the switch and the that guns in my fridge
peoplе die on the bridge
pеople rrrrrrr rrrrrrr

her p*ssy is sticky
she boojie like nikky
i’m sucking her titty
no time to be peeky
i’m speaky like ricky
the cash on the bentley
i bought it with 50
i stack in the clippy
the weed is so trippy
they broke with no shi shi
was broke ain’t no luck for me
how about my n*gga gon wake up and mock for me
straight to the room ain’t no p*ssy just buckle me
smoking with b*tches that wake up and sl*t for me
sniffing the smoke in the session too hard for me
i’m mixing the words and i call that re mixing
she’s twisting her waist and be saying she tripping
soon as i pop on your hommies they gonna go drop all your bodies they gonna go sh*t on your bodies

i got my benefits don’t ever tell me sh*t
you n*ggas acting rich my n*ggas proving rich
your momma is a b*tch run around and go snitch
smoking this blunt and jet feel i can feel my neck
what the f*ck is a breck betting gon make you reck
bullet land on your neck 50 guns in my deck
catch him up in the net getting on internet
ladies and gentlemen shoot up this gentleman

i’m tryna go smoke on the better hemp
n*ggas from bethllehem
checkers on çheck
all of these stripper are tryna go reck on them
hang you like stickers i’m finna gon smoke on them

n*ggas gon pull up the door
shoot on the floor
blow up the store
i am praying to god i ain’t never gon fall
busy ma n*gga i can’t even call

- csmoke lyrics

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