Casey Veggies - Lipstick On The Blunt lyrics

rate me

Hook:

Lipstick on the blunt, her jeans on the floor

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

Haters can't afford to be going where we go

We on the top floor, just me and these hoes.

Lipstick on the blunt, her jeans on the floor

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

Shit, we wouldn’t know!

Baby girl cold and she always stay hot

Lil mama fresh, every day she extra fly

Lil Shawty 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 smoking 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 hoe

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 hoe.

We up in New York and I'm feeling like Cam

Me and two bitches in NY going ham.

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor

If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

Yeah, what it is? I'm on the scene

Me and Chip in the ... looking hella clean

From the fit to my whip this my newest regime.

New swagger, hoes hit radder

Living life backwards, grew up kinda faster

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

My nigga was a gangsta, why you trying to act hard?

My life Anita Baker, caught up in the rapture

But tonight I'll let it go, girl, I pop the show!

Getting dough on the low, don't let nobody know!

If they hating 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 doing what I'm supposed to!

Hook:

Lipstick on the blunt, her jeans on the floor

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

Haters can't afford to be going where we go

We on the top floor, just me and these hoes.

Lipstick on the blunt, her jeans on the floor

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know

Shit, we wouldn’t know!