JRoBBiN, Chuuwee - Just A Smoker lyrics

Yo Bitches stay rollin' that potent
She thinks I ain't ready for closure
We stunning and toking
Yo bitches stay moaning i cannot oppose her
I don't have that time for the bullshit
You know I ain't asking for closure
I don't acknowledge her, I don't approach her


I said I'm just a smoker
Yo Bitches stay rollin' that potent
She thinks I ain't ready for closure
I don't have that time for the bullshit
You know I ain't asking for closure
I don't approach her, I don't acknowledge her
Im just a smoker

I be like I don't even bang
Why these cats claim LION when they ain't?
I'm just trying do my thang
And I ain't worried 'bout the fame
Stay true to yourself
Man that's word to 2Kay

I just been trying stay busy
Said I just been
I just been trying to perfect my craft
I just been getting so high
Said I just been
I just been hoping this feeling could last

I ain't the one to show feelings
I don't show no love to a hot
I don't tolerate bullshit
Most of these bitches be acting so brand new
Thats old news, I thought that you knew this

Back on top, pull her down to my socks
She giving me brain so it's
Back to my thoughts
If it's back to my thoughts then
I'm back in the game
Same old shit nigga ain't shit changed
Fo'real (On God)

Yo Bitches stay rollin' that potent
She thinks I ain't ready for closure
We stunnin'and tokin'
Yo bitches stay moaning i cannot oppose her
I don't have that time for the bullshit
You know I ain't asking for closure
I don't acknowledge her, I don't approach her
I'm just a smoker i said I'm just a smoker
Yo Bitches stay rollin' that potent
She thinks I ain't ready for closure
I don't have that time for the bullshit
You know I ain't asking for closure
I don't approach her, I don't acknowledge her
Im just a smoker

Well I don't be doing no talking to twitter
That shit ain't a part of my regiment, neiter
These bitches braindead zombies for reefer
I'm getting head shots, Resident Evil
Gabriel Union delivered from evil
If I took yo ho wasn't
Meant that you keep her
Money Al Qaeda it blow up my beeper
I creep through the streets with
A freak with no Visa

Playing Madonna, She drinking Madonna
I knew who she was for
She hopped in my beamer
You shouldn't be rapping You're so John Cena
On my momma, on me I got

IPhone 5, She gon' murder my line
Trying to get her ex boyfriend
A couple of features
Who wants to be areal millionaire
Bitch I've been out on my grind
Trying to get it like