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Smoke Supreme - Smoke and Ignorance (feat. Majjora) Lyrics




Uh-huh, aye
Yuh, aye (woo)
Smoke Supreme
Yuh, yuh, yuh

She a pretty girl but her heart is so broken
She gotta pretty smile, warm heart, she soft-spoken
Kush all in my lungs, I hit the dope til I start chokin'
Jump up and I grab the Glock, I think somebody broke in
Aye, Balenciagas I don't like no Jordans
Aye, I spend 10 thousand on designer clothin'
I'm hoping to stack this money and go cop a foreign
And I be high up in the clouds, I know you see me soarin'
Aye, feel like twenty-three, bitch I'm scorin'
Countin' up money, bitch it's gorgeous
And I keep that plant on me like a florist
This bitch wanna f*ck me all night until the mornin'
It's 4 AM, who the f*ck be knockin' at my door again
Pray that it ain't twelve, hate goin' to jail, bitch I ain't goin'
This lean got me snoozin' bitch I know you hear me snorin'
And, shout out to Majjora bitch we tourin'
Aye, it feel like Christmas day, bitch it's snowin'
I f*ck so many thots I swear that you would think I'm hoein'
I walk up in the bank take 50 thousand then I blow it
Aye, bitch I'm full of smoke and ignorance
Aye, Bitch I'm sending shots, I'm free-throwin'
I heard your mixtape but to me that shit was borin'
My phone steady ringin', I don't answer I ignore it
Aye, bitch we full of smoke and ignorance
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Uh-huh, aye
Yuh, aye (woo)
Smoke Supreme
Yuh, yuh, yuh

She a pretty girl but her heart is so broken
She gotta pretty smile, warm heart, she soft-spoken
Kush all in my lungs, I hit the dope til I start chokin'
Jump up and I grab the Glock, I think somebody broke in
Aye, Balenciagas I don't like no Jordans
Aye, I spend 10 thousand on designer clothin'
I'm hoping to stack this money and go cop a foreign
And I be high up in the clouds, I know you see me soarin'
Aye, feel like twenty-three, bitch I'm scorin'
Countin' up money, bitch it's gorgeous
And I keep that plant on me like a florist
This bitch wanna f*ck me all night until the mornin'
It's 4 AM, who the f*ck be knockin' at my door again
Pray that it ain't twelve, hate goin' to jail, bitch I ain't goin'
This lean got me snoozin' bitch I know you hear me snorin'
And, shout out to Majjora bitch we tourin'
Aye, it feel like Christmas day, bitch it's snowin'
I f*ck so many thots I swear that you would think I'm hoein'
I walk up in the bank take 50 thousand then I blow it
Aye, bitch I'm full of smoke and ignorance
Aye, Bitch I'm sending shots, I'm free-throwin'
I heard your mixtape but to me that shit was borin'
My phone steady ringin', I don't answer I ignore it
Aye, bitch we full of smoke and ignorance
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Writer: Anthony Matthews, Connor Maxwell
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