Smoke My *** Lyrics – Young Dolph
(Listen to this track, ***)
(Drumma Boy)
Like, I don’t know what this *** called, man
Like, I just got a gift, man
To run this motherfuckin’ paper up
Like special, like, I just feel special, don’t know what it is
Ayy
All these *** love me ’cause I’m special (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty *** on me like Hugh Hefner (Woo, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, she fine as ***, but, she bisexual (Uh, uh, uh)
Boy, I’m a heavy weight, you just a feather (Ayy, ayy)
The only *** in the club with a umbrella (Make it rain on ’em hoes)
Middle of the summer rockin’ a Gucci sweater (Ayy)
My jewelry box is so precious, man, that’s my treasure (My treasure box)
Got her legs up in the air, *** on the dresser (Hahahaha)
I got her number, but, I only call her for pleasure (Ayy, where you at?)
They ask how was I so successful, ’cause I’m special (It’s Dolph)
That strong, it came from Cali, reggie came from Texas (Uh-huh)
Say you want twenty of ’em? Meet me at the checkers (Pull up)
Luxury lifestyle, a shoppin’ spree (Yeah)
She just wanna *** and smoke my *** (Ayy, hold up lil’ mama)
I told my homeboy everything, on me (Ayy, it’s on me)
I got two for you, and two for me (Bad ***)
If that *** ain’t ***’, make her leave (Oh, you got to go, lil’ mama)
Try one of my niggas, I’ma squeeze (Uh-huh)
I just smoked a pound of lemon trees (Woo)
She just wanna *** and smoke my ***
Ha, hold up, she just wanna *** and smoke my *** (Goddamn)
She ask can she hit my cup, and, I said, “No” (Hell nah)
Cappers in the hood look up to me like the Pope (It’s Dolph)
Yo’ *** jump on my *** like she jumpin’ rope (Yeah, yeah)
Took my *** overseas and jumped on a boat (Jumped on a boat)
What the *** is ten stacks? I spent that on a coat
I’m not a distinguished gentleman, I’m a distinguished trapper
They ask what I do for fun, I said, “Mm, *** on rappers” (Uh)
I’m nothin’ like the rest of ’em (Nah)
Got to war with the best of ’em (Yeah)
She bad, I already *** her (Yeah)
My bad, I didn’t know you love her
Freshest *** that’s in it, pinky ring look like I’m pimpin’
Six rings like Scotty Pippen, luxury how I’m livin’
Luxury lifestyle, a shoppin’ spree (Yeah)
She just wanna *** and smoke my *** (Ayy, hold up lil’ mama)
I told my homeboy everything, on me (Ayy, it’s on me)
I got two for you, and two for me (Bad ***)
If that *** ain’t ***’, make her leave (Oh, you got to go, lil’ mama)
Try one of my niggas, I’ma squeeze (Uh-huh)
I just smoke a pound of lemon trees (Woo)
She just wanna *** and smoke my *** (Ha)