Sweet Smoke (feat. D Menace) - Philthy Rich & Pooh Hefner

Maybe I should apologize Cause I ain't gonna apologize When I get you alone Put my hands on you like a champ in the ring Hit a home run every time I swing Batter up batter up Baby throw it back Cause when I tap You gon' see why I'm king My only aim is to please you Show you how much I need you Crazy how she could be My mama told me not to fall for a Libra But here we are in your bedroom Trying to keep these clothes on Damn your body's so soft Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Better believe that Cause when I tell you I need that Girl, I really mean that Glad to be back Last time left me feenin' Now I'm ready to relapse Give me three claps Shake, shake it for me girl Don't wanna wait for a ting girl What you bring girl Come from a dream girl Make me wanna sing girl My only aim is to please you Show you how much I need you Crazy how she could be My mama told me not to fall for a Libra But here we are in your bedroom Trying to keep these clothes on Damn your body's so soft Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough They say real ones are hard to find Smoke, get you high like Kilimanjaro We can get it in all night 'til tomorrow Swear you can have it all, so why borrow? Sip a little liquor If you're parched, let's relax Lay down tryna grip on the arch in your back Insinuate your curves And baby you got nerve Saying you gon throw it back Go long for the catch I will, I promise Body frame make a lame pay homage Must be your birthday I want it the worst way Baby I'mma cut the cake, do the honors I wanna see your brain, cause your man went to college In the classroom or the womb, I'm a scholar Killer put the pussy in a tomb or a coffin Baby we can do this often, yeah Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough

Supa Good Eso de lo que vamos a hacer Cuando ustedes quieren pasar por mí ciudad Van a encontrar algo diferente Ay Dios mío todo ese lado en la calle mucho frío (Mucho frío) The homies and the migos in the río Mis amigos no tienen sentido (Yeah, Yeah), we just sit back and be like Oh my god, you gon' get it (Get it) Think you got it, boy forget it (Forget it) Rapido, rapido, rapido (Muy rapido) Classy and nappy get at me doe, yeah No poquito, no comprende No surrender, heffe grande All I know is do it illegante High speed chase on the one-way Get away or get a resort frappe Headline another Mugshot Dis song sound like we made it in the holding cell Waitin' to get bonded out Huh, never let your record speak more than your performance And you better exercise common sense If you must read the comments Things I ponder about In the dead of night Why a nigga prefer the bottom? I guess dem niggas scared of height I get dem niggas came up short on ambition But I don't got they condition I rather ask for forgiveness Then wait to get yo permission It's Gucci boot tho Be on your ass, un minuto Get ya hit lawyer, find a loophole Got nothin' on me, damn Ay Dios mío todo ese lado en la calle mucho frío (Mucho frío) The homies and the migos in the río Mis amigos no tienen sentido (Yeah, Yeah), we just sit back and be like Oh my god, you gon' get it (Get it) Think you got it, boy forget it (Forget it) Rapido, rapido, rapido (Muy rapido) Classy and nappy get at me doe, yeah (Uhh) They don't know I'm bumpin' Jon B doe (They don't know) We bout to blackout, go Don Cheadle (Blackout) I flew my auntie out to Montigo Brought a check back underground Shit, shoutout to Bun B doe (Pimp C) That red and vodka, let's get it poppin' (Whoo) Straight to the top, ain't no other option Damn the bull green on my head, That Dennis Rodman Don't care what you pitchin' My turn to bat, man, get to robbin' (Whoo) Give me the dough, give me the clothes We need all that (We need all that) Give the hoes to my bro's Bring'em all back (Bring'em all back) Ola, mamacita Super nice to meet ya Like your features But you know the game if not Then here the bleachers (Whoo) Ay Dios mío todo ese lado en la calle mucho frío (Mucho frío) The homies and the migos in the río Mis amigos no tienen sentido (Yeah, Yeah), we just sit back and be like Oh my god, you gon' get it (Get it) Think you got it, boy forget it (Forget it) Rapido, rapido, rapido (Muy rapido) Classy and nappy get at me doe, yeah I was chilling with my squad On a chick that's Pacific Islander When a Chrysler pulled up And their fingers were twisted vile And suggested by how their facial expression insinuated Steak and filet Of that angus beef is what they were aiming for They gon' get it Bitch, all y'all can kick rocks wearing flip-flops (Flip-flops) Your whole team'll get pissed on, we pissed off (We pissed off) For your bullshit I ain't got time, no wristwatch Pump pump, then dish off Make'em jump jump, no Kriss Kross (My nigga) Mi Mama me ensenho a protegerme Venga a mi ciudad, yo soy jefe Tiengo mas que mil soldados listos Escuchando los gritos de enemigos (Listos) Ay Dios mío todo ese lado en la calle mucho frío (Mucho frío) The homies and the migos in the río Mis amigos no tienen sentido (Yeah, Yeah), we just sit back and be like Oh my god, you gon' get it (Get it) Think you got it, boy forget it (Forget it) Rapido, rapido, rapido (Muy rapido) Classy and nappy get at me doe, yeah