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Qualmes - Smoke Sum'n Lyrics

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Qualmes – Smoke Sum’n Lyrics

[Verse 1:] Clark Bent off the bomb scent
Fuck around and catch a contact walking in any room of the apartment
Pardon me lil thang you just a option
That I opted to fuck
Headed to the money drunk driving in a stolen Brinks truck
Dead Presie paint all on my face
Fingerprints on every piece of evidence and I still beat that case
Mufucka what it look like
Mufucka what it look like
Candy paint stains all in the street
Hustle up a year worth of your hard work in just under a week
Niggas under appreciate how I create all in my space
Hennessy bottles in both of my palms fucking yo bitch face!
My nigga what it look like
Tell a bitch don’t bother showing up if her ass can’t cook right
Fore you get a photo of a playa
Let me brush my hair and make sure you get my good side
Call me Pretty Guapo
Keep the nextel for them incoming calls from El Chapo
Walk and talk like an asshole spittin big shit Nick Nolte in Blue Chips bitch

[Pre Chorus :] Nigga talk that shit
Gone head an whip that wrist
With the flip phone
Im a young Wweet Jones
Underground King
Chad Butler back in this bitch
What it be like
Nigga talk that shit
Gone head an whip that wrist
With the flip phone
Im a young Wweet Jones
Underground King
Chad Butler back in this bitch
What it be like

[Hook:] X4
Smoke sum
Smoke sum
Smoke sum
Smoke sum bitch

[Verse 2:] Priv flowing out my gold girl
Slam dunking on hos doing windmills
Alley-opp Drayaface to the crew then tell Karrueche & Cassie what it do
I eat pussy and the butt too
Cuban link swing like Canoe do
Hand on the wheel
Fuck a record deal independent till they replay my highlight reel
Still pull up on Flower street Panamera 100k on a tire screech
Young Pimp c in that all white mink and I pray to god that shit always stink
Sky-dweller spinning outta sync
Getting head in a Dubai skating rink
On the brink of success
Wishing diabetes on my enemies along with constant stress
Mufucka I don’t need a rest
You too busy hating niggas on the internet
Mufucka thats a keyboard threat
To somebody that he aint met and I bet
That he won’t flex
Jean Paul Gaultier on these old specs
With a asian brunette bukkake after saki
California rolls and miso soups coming up next
I spit it better than the vets
Want a verse? better write me up a check
Fuck a hearse
Bury em to his neck
Whats ya worth?
Making moves on ya turf
Whats the word?
Paul George but I shoot it like Bird speech slurred
Industry niggas is light work
My shit guaranteed and yours?
Shit it might work

[Pre Chorus :] Nigga talk that shit
Gone head an whip that wrist
With the flip phone
Im a young Wweet Jones
Underground King
Chad Butler back in this bitch
What it be like
Nigga talk that shit
Gone head an whip that wrist
With the flip phone
Im a young Wweet Jones
Underground King
Chad Butler back in this bitch
What it be like

[Hook:] X4
Smoke sum
Smoke sum
Smoke sum
Smoke sum bitch

[Lyrics to Smoke Sum’n by Qualmes]
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