Versace Boxers ft. Aud Thee Prophecy Lyrics

Smoke Supreme in this bitch

We high as fuck man

Smokin' on this dope and shit, fuckin' on these hoes and shit

Getting this money man

I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers

I pop a xan and I pop a oxy

I pop a tab and I pop a molly

I get so high I can't feel my body

Smokin' that dope take it right to the face

I fucked your bitch now she stay at my place

I'm in love with how her pussy taste

Yeah. Smoke supreme just beat a case

Bitch I'm up now, fuck who up next

Only thing that's on my mind is a fuckin' check

Told a thot to give me brain, I don't want sex

And you know I ain't never pass a drug test

Yeah my plug name Jesus, aye

She suck my meat but she vegan, yuh

Roll a blunt and I'm chiefin'

I get so high I be geekin'

Yeah I sell a lot of dope

And your bitch give me throat

Blowin' on that blunt smoke

Til a motherfucker choke

Make your bitch wet like a squirtle

Styrofoam cups full of purple

These drugs got me geekin' like Urkel

If you run up on me I'mma hurt you

I fucked that bitch in Versace boxers

I pop a xan and I pop a oxy

I pop a tab and I pop a molly

I get so high I can't feel my body

Yeah I sell a lot of dope

And your bitch give me throat

Blowin' on that blunt smoke

Til a motherfucker choke

I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers

I pop a xan and I pop a oxy

I pop a tab and I pop a molly

I get so high I can't feel my body

Yeah I sell a lot of dope

And your bitch give me throat

Blowin' on that blunt smoke

Til a motherfucker choke

Chokin', I'm chokin', I'm chokin'

I hit your chick cause she open

I only want her for the moment

In circulation be the potent

Get it imported from out of Cali

Hit from the back, plus she tryna top me

Bread I'm just stuffin' inside my pockets

Stacks just be packed, ain't no need for wallets

I get it, I got it, we wildin'

I'm changing my chicks like they topics

She foreign it taste like she tropic

Just floatin' from pills I be poppin'

You packin' the steel, why you lyin'

You actin' all real leave you cryin'

Go blatt in the field, ain't no hidin'

So can you hear me now like Verizon

I fucked that bitch in Versace boxers

I pop a xan and I pop a oxy

I pop a tab and I pop a molly

I get so high I can't feel my body

Yeah I sell a lot of dope

And your bitch give me throat

Blowin' on that blunt smoke

Til a motherfucker choke

I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers

I pop a xan and I pop a oxy

I pop a tab and I pop a molly

I get so high I can't feel my body

Yeah I sell a lot of dope

And your bitch give me throat

Blowin' on that blunt smoke

Til a motherfucker choke