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Bob - Smash It Ft London Jae Lyrics

Smash it
Ka-Ka-Kato on the track bitch
Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
Pass it, f*** it, Bobby smash it
Nigga you don't know me
Pay me what ya owe me
Cop another oz
Roll another stogie
Pass it to the homie, homie, homie
Pass it to the homie
If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie
Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony
Yall don't even wanna make a good impression
Do it for the homie, homie, homie
Do it for the homie
If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie
Yeah, this is not for Katy Perry fans
This the type of shit your parents ban
I be smokin' more than Method Man
Chain smokin' give you second hand
At the top, how's the weather man?
Miami hoes with excessive tans
She bought a booty with a credit scam
So she fit those leggings real aggressive man
This is not for show
And this is not for gimmick
Niggas counterfeiting flows that I invented
Hella epic fails, it's a epidemic
Crop 'em out the picture
I'm so photogenic (cheese)
Fill my pockets with it
Get your check-up ni*** like a doctor visit
Big booty Egyptian hoes, textin' me in hieroglyphic
Where's my etiquette, girl let me pour you a beverage (what)
What is your preference (Bobby!), she like it straight with no extra shit
She just wanna party
And I told her, she can turn up, if she
Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
Pass it, f*** it, Bobby smash it
Nigga you don't know me
Pay me what ya owe me
Cop another oz
Roll another stogie
Pass it to the homie, homie, homie
Pass it to the homie
If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie
Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony
Yall don't even wanna make a good impression
Do it for the homie, homie, homie
Do it for the homie
If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie
Turn another corner engine roarin'
Since it's foreign Imma need a translator
Just to see how fast it's going
Pull up to the valet with a Berry Halle
And she from the valley smokin' on that Cali
Keep the liquor pourin'
Pourin', pourin', keep the liquor pourin'
Niggas try to knock me 'til I bring it to the door and
Should I get a flight and get the seat before its boardin'
From the Jump Man like Jordan
Thumbin' through it I got Carpal Tunnel
So much tree that I could start a jungle
So much pu*** it be hard to juggle
She got a light skin friend look like Michael Jackson
She gotta dark skin friend look like Carlton Mama
What's a party without Bob
Flash mob ho that's bitches without bras
Ghost ride the whip, that's niggas without cars
Ghost writing lyrics that's niggas behind bars
Whole lotta haters and a whole lotta commas
Whole lotta commas and a lot more comin'
Whole lotta bandz that's a whole lotta drummin'
With my ni*** London fuckin' hoes out in London like (sheesh)
She just wanna party and I told her if she
Roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
Pass it, f*** it, Bobby smash it
Nigga you don't know me
Pay me what ya owe me
Cop another oz
Roll another stogie
Pass it to the homie, homie, homie
Pass it to the homie
If she throw it at me Imma dive like a goalie
Yeah I know she want me, other niggas phony
Yall don't even wanna make a good impression
Do it for the homie, homie, homie
Do it for the homie
If she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie