Smoker
M.R.A. Lyrics


Bitch Imma Cookie Smoker
But I Love The Smell of Larry
Same Shit Different Day new Money
I Gotta Stack Gotta Stash it Gotta put it up cause I got Bad Habits
Never Lacking if they catch me out in Traffic betta Jam Me
& wit them Cards I wasn't Jamming Nigga
I was Mike T No Red Flags No Declines
I'm thinking I can Get A Jet off this piece
Aye
But Instead bought Jeans stuffed em Up green
Then I bought a Pistol & kept it on my seat
Nigga who you Be whatchu Claim Show me that you Street
We go Pull his Card fuck his Bitch & make a song about it
Nigga who you be whatchu claim show me that you street
We go pull his Card Fuck his Bitch & make a Song about it
Man you niggas So Sweet
I swear you Niggas Actors
Winter Times inna long Sleeve
My Niggas getting Active
Shots Ringing Phone Blinging
Since Jit I was in Up in the bleachers
Now I'm Shitting on these Niggas
Humble nigga that's Fasho
Man my bitches do the most
Pockets chunky like the Pope
Facing woods sipping 4s
My life ain't shit to Brag about but I get plenty bucks
Fuck flashing for the gram , Seen em out his Pendant was tucked
765 Members only Getcho PAPER UP
Iont fuck w. Hoe niggas my niggas keep a glizzy tucked
765 Members only getcho paper up
Iont Fuck w. Hoe niggas my niggas keep a glizzy tucked


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Written by: Ramon Mcadory

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