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WHITEFACE - Smokey Haze Lyrics



WHITEFACE - Smokey Haze Lyrics




Grab dat sheet, dat leaf dat piece of marijuana
Roll on da streets Police be on me on some drama
Tryin get me in da court like baby mama
My time to eat, like freak good pussy on my la la

Waste in valley and wait
We don't go, fate, some badly wit aint's
Face them fakes in alley wit snakes
In case they trace I gladly will spray
Saint will pray an ally get slayed
Pussy get slayed, Elaborate maze
They seem to play, imagine it haze
I don't bang in regular ways
I'm a flame Irregular page
Stuck on da range so suck on da gauge
I did miss you in dat phrase
Rifle, pistol, missile engaged
Hits are critical at dis stage
I come ripplin' thru da lake
Cripplin' Riddlin' lil' men, shake
Sprinkle cinnamon, hit'um in da face
Flavor original InviZible taste
Poison thistle it's so faint
Mix da pistils give'um they dranks
Rap like Christmas, tinsel and flakes
Red clothes, gift'um wrapped them, wait
Open, explode, blast wit bass
Bangin a biscuit, at ya face
Flaming Get da F*ck back
I'm blaze ah!
Dats what your bitches happen to say
Back on dis bitch im smacking it, bang!
Bend Hoes kiss them, slap them, hey
Pussy gunna get smashed like dat cake
Spread Those lips and mash my face
Legs are headphones Ass is bass
Turnin' dat knob up til it shakes
Pressing dat button down hit play

I will Play I will play I will play I will play
Out ya! Motha f*ckin' game

Yo it just came to me
In da portion of da flowers
So, I lined them up gracefully
Wish porcelain powders
Assorted mint powers
I was storing it for hours
A gust will really make da dust
Feel wetter in the shower
I am better than you cowards
Embedded in your problems
Like I sent them into towers
Offensive when I'm Louder
Like a pop will make you drop, you stop
And let me take you, holla
And I bet we take your dollar
So, unleash me from my collar
And chase down all these cats
Who that they can get the prowler
But they aint gettin' nada
Except the taste of kaka
Right inside your f*ckin' lips
I defecate my pasta
Beef and basil vodka
So read my label proper
Life in a curtsy, move the dream
Wit a mic reverse, remove the steam
Fight where you first bleed
Doom the theme, dilute da stream and shoot da beam
Cockin' in it back in da bitch all night
Wit a Rocket attatched and my fist balled tight
Socket detached and she didn't fall right
And I stopped it and laughed yelled its alright
Creep in da mind freed
Amphetamine fiend
Wit a box of Marlboro
Deadened his dream
Come copy carpel, ketamine gleams
And a stock of marble fell in between
Outfox the marshal, don't tell'um it's me
When I drop da parcel, enemies flee
When I knock da barstool, enemies flee
When I rock ya jaw, dude, enemies flee

I don't play I don't play I don't play I don't play
Catch these motha f*ckin flames
Get them flames

Grab dat sheet, dat leaf dat piece of marijuana
Roll on da streets Police be on me on some drama
Tryin get me in da court like baby mama
My time to eat, like freak good pussy on my la la
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Grab dat sheet, dat leaf dat piece of marijuana
Roll on da streets Police be on me on some drama
Tryin get me in da court like baby mama
My time to eat, like freak good pussy on my la la

Waste in valley and wait
We don't go, fate, some badly wit aint's
Face them fakes in alley wit snakes
In case they trace I gladly will spray
Saint will pray an ally get slayed
Pussy get slayed, Elaborate maze
They seem to play, imagine it haze
I don't bang in regular ways
I'm a flame Irregular page
Stuck on da range so suck on da gauge
I did miss you in dat phrase
Rifle, pistol, missile engaged
Hits are critical at dis stage
I come ripplin' thru da lake
Cripplin' Riddlin' lil' men, shake
Sprinkle cinnamon, hit'um in da face
Flavor original InviZible taste
Poison thistle it's so faint
Mix da pistils give'um they dranks
Rap like Christmas, tinsel and flakes
Red clothes, gift'um wrapped them, wait
Open, explode, blast wit bass
Bangin a biscuit, at ya face
Flaming Get da F*ck back
I'm blaze ah!
Dats what your bitches happen to say
Back on dis bitch im smacking it, bang!
Bend Hoes kiss them, slap them, hey
Pussy gunna get smashed like dat cake
Spread Those lips and mash my face
Legs are headphones Ass is bass
Turnin' dat knob up til it shakes
Pressing dat button down hit play

I will Play I will play I will play I will play
Out ya! Motha f*ckin' game

Yo it just came to me
In da portion of da flowers
So, I lined them up gracefully
Wish porcelain powders
Assorted mint powers
I was storing it for hours
A gust will really make da dust
Feel wetter in the shower
I am better than you cowards
Embedded in your problems
Like I sent them into towers
Offensive when I'm Louder
Like a pop will make you drop, you stop
And let me take you, holla
And I bet we take your dollar
So, unleash me from my collar
And chase down all these cats
Who that they can get the prowler
But they aint gettin' nada
Except the taste of kaka
Right inside your f*ckin' lips
I defecate my pasta
Beef and basil vodka
So read my label proper
Life in a curtsy, move the dream
Wit a mic reverse, remove the steam
Fight where you first bleed
Doom the theme, dilute da stream and shoot da beam
Cockin' in it back in da bitch all night
Wit a Rocket attatched and my fist balled tight
Socket detached and she didn't fall right
And I stopped it and laughed yelled its alright
Creep in da mind freed
Amphetamine fiend
Wit a box of Marlboro
Deadened his dream
Come copy carpel, ketamine gleams
And a stock of marble fell in between
Outfox the marshal, don't tell'um it's me
When I drop da parcel, enemies flee
When I knock da barstool, enemies flee
When I rock ya jaw, dude, enemies flee

I don't play I don't play I don't play I don't play
Catch these motha f*ckin flames
Get them flames

Grab dat sheet, dat leaf dat piece of marijuana
Roll on da streets Police be on me on some drama
Tryin get me in da court like baby mama
My time to eat, like freak good pussy on my la la
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Writer: Alexander Christopher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: WHITEFACE
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Alexander Christopher

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