cigarette sex (morgan 3) Lyrics

Cigarette sex knowing that that shit the best

I be like hola Jania knowing that that shit the best

I be like oh my God knowing that i'm under stress

And I don't really wanna fuck I only want your neck

Be like God damn baby know that shit the best

Be like Got damn baby know I want the neck

God damn

God damn baby I don't know he won't leave me lone

I'm like Morgan where the fuck have you been baby

God damn drive me crazy

God damn you drive me crazy

Cigarette sex knowing that that shit the best

Be like hola Jania knowing that that shit the best

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I'm clean nigga

She wanna fuck let em be

Shit he be smoking it got me heaving

Everything I touch is hot laughing to the bank just like Chris Rock

But bitch you know i've been a boss getting the money on camera like Adin Ross

And I don't get enough props when I shoot the glock nigga I just saved your life

I don't get enough I been doing this shit and boy imma get you right

I don't get enough props for fucking these bitches say I finna get that nigga

I don't get enough props I tote with a glizzy we finna hit that nigga

All star team balling when I switch my hands just know I got the ink on me

Balling I got the ink on me

Spin motherfucker tell em leave me be

Look around everything is hot oh my God i'm like allah nah

Take a half court shot bitch hell nah i'm like aw hell nah

Flying around inside a bitch i'm knowing you can't say

Twin imma get you hit

Choppa touch a nigga dreads fly on his head little boy we gone get you killed

Twin nigga bust his lid thinking about busting heads I got the devil on me

Twin get a nigga hit finna stomp his dread nigga got the double on me

Moving 5 i been fucking hoping

No motion niggas know your homeless

Bitch I can't stand broke niggas he got no home you a hoe nigga

I don't get enough props when I shoot the glock bitch I feel like Chris Rock

Red everywhere fire everywhere it's hot God I know it's hot