Yea we got all type of sticks boy just pick 1 !
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
Aye, Boy quit poppin off at the lip !
Send the addy now so I can show up to that bitch ! Yea !
I just put a 30 in my stick , bro gone slide down with me yea nigga we gone do a hit !
Yea we gone do a drive-by ,
Me & Smud pulling up with bloods yea the HIGH 5 !
All action ain't no talkin when we slide by, leave his mouth dripping red like he ate some Hot Fries ! Put a bullet in his head, he wanna be a hot guy !
You gone end up dead thinking that you Popeye ! Cut off them dreads boy you ain't no Rasta !
We ah turn them dreads to some noodle pasta !
Aye, you beefing bout a bitch, you in yo feelings bout a rat , she got you typing on the net, boy dont get yo soul snatched !
Aye boy dont get that hoe snatched !
Yea we got all type of sticks boy just pick 1 !
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
Ghetto Greg - Big Smoke Lyrics
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Yea we got all type of sticks boy just pick 1 !
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
Aye, Boy quit poppin off at the lip !
Send the addy now so I can show up to that bitch ! Yea !
I just put a 30 in my stick , bro gone slide down with me yea nigga we gone do a hit !
Yea we gone do a drive-by ,
Me & Smud pulling up with bloods yea the HIGH 5 !
All action ain't no talkin when we slide by, leave his mouth dripping red like he ate some Hot Fries ! Put a bullet in his head, he wanna be a hot guy !
You gone end up dead thinking that you Popeye ! Cut off them dreads boy you ain't no Rasta !
We ah turn them dreads to some noodle pasta !
Aye, you beefing bout a bitch, you in yo feelings bout a rat , she got you typing on the net, boy dont get yo soul snatched !
Aye boy dont get that hoe snatched !
Yea we got all type of sticks boy just pick 1 !
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
Aye, Boy quit poppin off at the lip !
Send the addy now so I can show up to that bitch ! Yea !
I just put a 30 in my stick , bro gone slide down with me yea nigga we gone do a hit !
Yea we gone do a drive-by ,
Me & Smud pulling up with bloods yea the HIGH 5 !
All action ain't no talkin when we slide by, leave his mouth dripping red like he ate some Hot Fries ! Put a bullet in his head, he wanna be a hot guy !
You gone end up dead thinking that you Popeye ! Cut off them dreads boy you ain't no Rasta !
We ah turn them dreads to some noodle pasta !
Aye, you beefing bout a bitch, you in yo feelings bout a rat , she got you typing on the net, boy dont get yo soul snatched !
Aye boy dont get that hoe snatched !
Yea we got all type of sticks boy just pick 1 !
You want some smoke with us you better come with some big lungs !
You want some beef with us you better come with a big drum !
Aye Aye Yea!
Them 223's hit his chest, had to get picked up !
Send me the addy, I'm outside just like a lyft blood !
Yea I'm outside just like a lyft blood ,
Cut ya tongue out,you poppin off at the Ya lip blood!
Writer: Gregory Foster
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