Mr. T Lyrics

Smokey

You know what I'm saying I walk in this bitch

Feeling like Mr. T

Gold on my neck

Feeling myself

Yahemi

Ready to knock a pussy nigga out

Gold on my neck Mr. T cuz I pity the fool

You couldn't even walk a mile in my shoes

If I told you how to you couldn't do what I do cuz you was you born to lose and I was born with the juice

Young Money baby I was born with the loot

Playa ass nigga my bitch Betty Boop

I'm Smokey Bear baby you know how I do

I'm so straight on yo hoe I pass her to the crew

I woke up to them racks man I got work to move

Made a ten before two in my cup is a deuce

Im on south beach hanging all out the roof

I been working so hard man I need a masseuse

Little kids tell me "Smokey you the truth"

I got in my bag now I'm in my groove

Spent some change on some chains niggas die for the jewels No I ain't no crip but I give her the blues

Oooo…yeah, better not sleep hoe don't snooze

She say I'm mean I'm so rude

Bitch I'm higher than Devin the dude

Oooo…yeah, my girl say I cheated

Where the proof? Bay I was somewhere in the booth

Recording all night on that boot

I'm feeling myself know you feeling me too

I keep her with me you my energy boo

My opps is yo opps that's yo enemy too

I ain't even gotta tell her I know she gone shoot

Booom!

All eyes on us in the room

Dead fresh I walked out a tomb

Wave bigger than a whirlpool

Wooooo!

Ok, let me take em to school

Gotta chick wipe me down like Boosie

Shitting on niggas pollution

I come thru with that broomstick

Pull up to yo door like it's room service

We wake up and we fuck it ain't too early

Throw the tool in the ocean it's too dirty

Is you shopping or looking?

Come buy a birdie

Nigga I been rapping since 5:30

Im watching these niggas they all lurking

I'm good with my hands like a heart surgeon

I dreaded my hair got the game on lock

Pulled up on the plug told him drop the dot

If you riding with me ain't no in and out

A nigga infiltrate? Send em to the sky

PO say I can't smoke still getting high

Took a couple of shrooms now a nigga fried

I got drip for sale I feel like Plies

Walk in the club with Fie' just like shine

Ayy

I'm dropping hoes I ain't dropping dimes

My girl a cougar like a Loretta Devine

These labels calling and I still ain't signed

I'm on this drank and I'm feeling fine

Heating up but this ain't even the peak of my prime

These hoes fucking for money they always in a bind

Ain't juggling no hoes keep em all in a line

I need a black and it's jazz not wine

I need a bag to compensate my time

Wont rush to fuck you ima take my time

I ain't laying up and fucking ima grind

I won't pay for sex girl that's a bribe

I hit her doggy style then I make her cry

Call me Mr. T I knock that pussy out

Chains on my neck, I ain't tryna flex

Don't even call, hit me with a text

Bitch come correct, I ain't getting stressed

I ain't even pressed wassup with that neck?

I ain't even settling for nothing less crosses on me tatted girl you know I'm blessed

Pussy niggas crashing out they bout to wreck

I been pushing weight that's another rep

Man these niggas cripple they ain't finna step

I'm all in yo girl throat like strep

He won't keep it solid man that boy gone tell

I'm focused on me fuck everybody else

Smokey!

YaBearSmokey man

The big Kush Camper Yahemi

The Hennessy ambassador

Mr. Put that shit on himself

Doing what I do when I do it man

Fuck what you thought I was doing this what I'm really doing

Aye