Casey Veggies - Lipstick On The Blunt Lyrics
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floorIf a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't knowHaters can' afford to be goin' where we goWe on the top floor, just me and these hoesLipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floorIf a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't knowIf a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't knowS***, we wouldn't knowBaby girl cold yet she always stay hotLil' mama fresh, everyday she extra flyLil' shorty bad, she make all the *****es madLight skin chick with a dark skin swagLil' mama cold, yeah she get my voteNot only is she bad but she got the convoWe should get in jacuzzis smokin' less than time blowTold her dig in the movie that's the perfect comboGot the molly with the lean and the weed in this hoYou not late if you've never seen this beforeHotel room, hella cheese on the floorAss so fat can't breathe in this hoWe up in new york and I'm feelin' like camMe and two *****es in ny goin' hamLipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floorIf a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't knowWe-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't knowIf a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't knowWe-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't knowIf a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't knowWe-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't knowIf a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't knowWe-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't knowIf a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't knowYeah, what it is? I'm on the sceneMe and chip in the vette lookin' hella cleanFrom the fit to my whip this my newest 'zineNew swagger, hoes *** radderLivin' life backwards, grew up kinda fasterMy homie was a bastard, my girl was a track starMy n*** was a gangsta, why you tryin' act hard?My life anita baker, caught up in the raptureBut tonight I'll let it go girl, I'm poppin' patronGettin' dough on the low don't let nobody knowIf they hatin' on us, you wouldn't knowIf it don't feel right, I wouldn't goBaby girl I'm at the crib, you could come throughYou know that I'mma run throughGive your ass a run through, you can't let it go nowTell me what you gonna do, I'm doin' what I'm supposed toLipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floorIf a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't knowHaters can' afford to be goin' where we goWe on the top floor, just me and these hoesLipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floorIf a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't knowIf a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't knowS***, we wouldn't know
