Smoke Supreme, Majjora - True Religion lyrics
[Smoke Supreme, Majjora - True Religion lyrics]
(Bitch) smoke Supreme shit (ooh)
Majjora in this bitch
Malibu in this bitch (ooh)
Fuckin' on your bitch (uh)
She suckin' on the dick (woo)
I'm suckin' on her clit, yuh
I’m a waking talking meme
Bitch my name is Smoke Supreme
I be rollin' off a bean
Bitch my swag is so complete (ooh)
Where I’m from they can’t compete (nah, nah)
They be lookin like some geeks (uh huh)
Smoke a L and ride the beat
Try me I'mma spray the heat
(boom boom boom boom)
I’m a True Religion fiend
I got Truey on my jeans
True Religion on my belt
True Religion on my tee (yeah)
I'mma cop some Robin jeans
Feel like Pac, all eyes on me (yeah)
Got me feeling like I’m Biggie (yeah ooh)
Smoking trees up in Belize (aye yuh)
Get yo baby out my hallway
I was gonna eat her pussy but her draws stank
If you ain't bout it please
Don't come my way
Lil bih, eat the dick like a cheesesteak
We be smokin' on that dank
Shit stank it be smellin' like a fish tank
Got a earthquake when she drop
It on her birthday (mmm)
Said it's too hot, but she
Suck it like a slurpee, damn
Lil bih, from the shit's and she lit
In my corner cause she know I got that glick
(magic)
Lil bitch from the shit's and she lit, uh
(goddamn)
In my system cause I know she got that flip
(oh, wait, huh, damn) from a gram to a zip
And I'm lovin' the shit's (shit)
Flip a brick, from her clit, of a bad lil bih
(yuh) in her Philly
Call me Killy when I hit it like blam
(uh, okay wait) in the sand, with no plan
Pop a rubber like blam (alright, ooh)
Pop a bitch like a Pop Tart (uh)
Got her oozin' and she creamin'
In a go kart (kart)
And she swervin' like we playin' Mario Kart
(vroom)
Too fast, but she cheated, had to restart
Had to restart
Majjora in this bitch
Malibu in this bitch (ooh)
Fuckin' on your bitch (uh)
She suckin' on the dick (woo)
I'm suckin' on her clit, yuh
I’m a waking talking meme
Bitch my name is Smoke Supreme
I be rollin' off a bean
Bitch my swag is so complete (ooh)
Where I’m from they can’t compete (nah, nah)
They be lookin like some geeks (uh huh)
Smoke a L and ride the beat
Try me I'mma spray the heat
(boom boom boom boom)
I’m a True Religion fiend
I got Truey on my jeans
True Religion on my belt
True Religion on my tee (yeah)
I'mma cop some Robin jeans
Feel like Pac, all eyes on me (yeah)
Got me feeling like I’m Biggie (yeah ooh)
Smoking trees up in Belize (aye yuh)
Get yo baby out my hallway
I was gonna eat her pussy but her draws stank
If you ain't bout it please
Don't come my way
Lil bih, eat the dick like a cheesesteak
We be smokin' on that dank
Shit stank it be smellin' like a fish tank
Got a earthquake when she drop
It on her birthday (mmm)
Said it's too hot, but she
Suck it like a slurpee, damn
Lil bih, from the shit's and she lit
In my corner cause she know I got that glick
(magic)
Lil bitch from the shit's and she lit, uh
(goddamn)
In my system cause I know she got that flip
(oh, wait, huh, damn) from a gram to a zip
And I'm lovin' the shit's (shit)
Flip a brick, from her clit, of a bad lil bih
(yuh) in her Philly
Call me Killy when I hit it like blam
(uh, okay wait) in the sand, with no plan
Pop a rubber like blam (alright, ooh)
Pop a bitch like a Pop Tart (uh)
Got her oozin' and she creamin'
In a go kart (kart)
And she swervin' like we playin' Mario Kart
(vroom)
Too fast, but she cheated, had to restart
Had to restart