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shmacked (full version) - kg smokey lyrics

[intro: kg smokey and joey trap]
it’s joey
aye, aye, yuh
super smag joey-smokey!
with the -ss, it’s three -ss, triple -ss
-ss–ss–ss-tentacion
yuh
smack her, gang
alright! it’s joey!

[verse 1: joey trap and kg smokey]
polo locco with a bad b-tch, mm
i’mma f-ck the b-tch on my mattress, mm
n-gg-s on point like a cactus, practice, f-ckin’ up a b-tch she an actress, mm
rich on bread like a sci-fi, mm
pull up with the beef like five guys, mm
i ain’t never seen a n-gg- [?], shootin’ at the breeze like a n-gg- in a drive-by
ok
i’m ridin’ down like a drive-by
gotta bad b-tch on my right side
real sh-t, i don’t lie
she give more neck than a bow-tie
g-sses on, feel ’em baby?
in this b-tch like wi-fi
why try, if you want the beef i gon d-way
chris bosh, i’m a p-rnstar when i’m with the heat
you walk the sidewalk i run the street

[verse 2: joey trap and kg smokey]
you walk the sidewalk i run the street, b-tch
she talkin’ sh-t but she all on my d-ck
smoke at the pound while i’m sippin’ the fit
[?]
i just smoke that dope, but you wanna serve me cus i’m flippin’ that soap, aye
i got racks, arena, but you can’t see me cus my wrist john cena
aye
money in the way, you can’t see me
ray charles, i’m pushin’ keens
gangster rapper, put the gangster first
[?] i ain’t smokin’ purp
got your b-tch on her knees, like that lil’ b-tch went to church

[verse 3: joey trap]
i went to church with my trueys on, d-mn
she suck my d-ck while [?]
hennessy, bread, n-gg- f-ck [?]
i’m gettin’ smacked i don’t give a f-ck, d-mn
ice on my wrist like a sundae
suck on my, feelin’ like it’s subway
my b-tch [?] she on a run
lemme record in a runway
got it, smacked, f-ck it, smacked, run it, smacked, aye
i got the pipe
me and smokey, we don’ fight, ooh
ain’t no [?], cus we never sleeping
we lit all night like, smacked!
every day, the licorice
f-ck it, smacked, f-ck it, smacked, f-ck b-tch, smacked
f-ck it, smacked, f-ck it, smacked, f-ck b-tch, smacked
f-ck it, smacked, f-ck it, smacked, f-ck b-tch, smacked
f-ck it, smacked, f-ck it, smacked, f-ck b-tch, smacked

[bridge: joey trap]
p-ss me that lays, smokey, you know we need that jesus juice
fammy, it’s regular [?] temperature, latin b-tch

[verse 4: joey trap]
aye, ooh, aye
i got a thirty clip
pull up in a rental, boy i’m stuntin’
you just an unworthy b-tch
threw that b-tch a hunnid
sike i’m kidding she a dirty b-tch
my b-tch rhi rhi
she work work work- nah, i’m playing

[outro: joey trap]
aye, joey, smokey, smokey’s world, yeah
let’s go
buh bye!

- kg smokey lyrics

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