Lipstick On The Blunt Lyrics - Singles - Casey Veggies

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor 

If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know 

Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go 

We on the top floor, just me and these hoes 

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor 

If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know 

If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know 

S***, we wouldn't know 

Baby girl cold yet she always stay hot 

Lil' mama fresh, everyday she extra fly 

Lil' shorty bad, she make all the bitches mad 

Light skin chick with a dark skin swag 

Lil' mama cold, yeah she get my vote 

Not only is she bad but she got the convo 

We should get in jacuzzis smokin' less than time blow 

Told her dig in the movie that's the perfect combo 

Got the molly with the lean and the weed in this ho 

You not late if you've never seen this before 

Hotel room, hella cheese on the floor 

Ass so fat can't breathe in this ho 

We up in new york and I'm feelin' like cam 

Me and two bitches in ny goin' ham 

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor 

If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know 

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We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know 

If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know 

We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know 

If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know 

We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know 

If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know 

We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know 

If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know 

Yeah, what it is? I'm on the scene 

Me and chip in the vette lookin' hella clean 

From the fit to my whip this my newest 'zine 

New swagger, hoes *** radder 

Livin' life backwards, grew up kinda faster 

My homie was a bastard, my girl was a track star 

My n*** was a gangsta, why you tryin' act hard? 

My life anita baker, caught up in the rapture 

But tonight I'll let it go girl, I'm poppin' patron 

Gettin' dough on the low don't let nobody know 

If they hatin' on us, you wouldn't know 

If it don't feel right, I wouldn't go 

Baby girl I'm at the crib, you could come through 

You know that I'mma run through 

Give your ass a run through, you can't let it go now 

Tell me what you gonna do, I'm doin' what I'm supposed to 

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Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor 

If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know 

Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go 

We on the top floor, just me and these hoes 

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor 

If a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't know 

If a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't know 

S***, we wouldn't know