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tom & jerry - smelly 2x lyrics

these bum n*ggas chasing head like a lab rat
better watch yo back or get put inside a gas pack
get yo head out of your behind you f*cking hat
had to hop up out my f*cking feelings and get in my bag

told that b*tch to buy her sh*t she actually bought it
man this sh*t is really in me like the back of the toilet
gave this b*tch the holy ghost and now she really annointed
i be wit her just to f*ck but she really annoying
normally i be chilling but i’m feeling flamboyant
put yo n*gga on a shirt b*tch what size did you want it
p*ssy n*ggas out here doing sh*t that i really started
now a n*gga blowing up and yo sh*t getting bombarded

keep a stash in the bag
bust yo ass you touch my cash
tuck yo chain or get it sn*tched
yo mans a p*ssy you a rat
it’s f*ck a hoe you b*tches mad
n*ggas broke its really sad
how you talking cash sh*t and ain’t got not a l!ck of cash

never speak on what you seen or heard if it ain’t come from me
put him with his dead homies just to keep him company
she fainted at his funeral his momma ain’t gone play with me
i feel like a scout when i tell b*tches come and play for me
dumb b*tch fix yo face before i bust it the f*ck open
when i whip this clip out the barber shop ain’t f*cking open
don’t conduct an ochestra but this stick be doing motions
the n*ggas with me knock yo head smooth off like some lotion

y’all n*ggas remind me of tom and jerry
b*tches know me for the cream like ben and jerry
give a dumb n*gga a clean cut if he hairy
n*ggas with me play with sticks and pots but ain’t none of them harry

when i slide you can get yo sh*t smacked
hit you with this cl!ck clack
you won’t get yo b*tch back
he can’t get his sh*t back
if i take yo sh*t from you
you won’t get this b*tch back
shoot a n*gga like a star he try to run on this track

i hit yo b*tch for the freeski (ay)
dog sh*t for the low
sick as h*ll b*tches really think they need me
b*tch you need to get yo stupid ass off the phone

n*ggas need to seek mental help think they f*cking with me
country overweight so it look normal when he tuck the semi
n*ggas on the mile out here sliding in a f*cking hemi
and we tote them poles but don’t none of us go by trippie
when i wake up in the morning want to bust a n*gga head
same thing when i go to bed
when i close my eyes only thing i see is red
before i let a n*gga take me i’m going to fill him up with lead

i won’t hesitate to slide like a sled
n*gga try to run hit him in the leg
friday after next ain’t no smoke with me i’m craig
call me nature’s own ’cause i don’t think of sh*t but bread

- smelly 2x lyrics

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