B.O.B - Smash It lyrics

rate me

Feat. London Jae

Roll it, hit it, let it

They should pass it, fuckin’ bout it

Nigga you don’t know me, tell me what you want

Cut another OZ, roll another store, get passin’ with that homie

Homie, homie, pass it to the homie

And she do whatever and get down, down

Yeah I know she want me

The other nigga fallin’

You don’t even want to make a good impression

Do it for the homie, homie,

Do it for the homie

If she feelin’ funny then do it for the homie

This is not for Carry Perry fans

This the type of shit your parents ban

I’ve been smokin’ more the methamin

Chain smokin’, give you a second hand

At the top how’s the weather man?

Miami hoers with excessive tans

She bought a booty with the credit scam

So she fit them legs in that dress man

This is not for sure, and this is not forgimin’

Nigga can’t feel flows that I come vane it

Halla ephifels, it’s an epidemic

Crap on that picture, I’m not so photogenic

Fill my pockets with it, get your check up nigga like a doctor visit

Big booty, attention hoers

Textin’ me and get amplify

Where my abdicant, girl you’ll be put a banner rich

Where is your preference?

She like to stay with no extra shit

She just wanna party and I told her she can turn up if she rollin’

Hit it like if she passin’, fuckin’ my patient

(Verse)

Nigga you don’t know me, pall me what you own me

Cut another OZ, rollin’ to the stove, passin’ to the homie, homie,

Pass it to the homie, homie

And she like whatever do in my time vibe

Yeah I know she want me, the other nigga for me

You won’t even want it make a good impression

Do it for the homie x 2

Homie, homie, do it for the homie

Turn another corner hit the road, hit this for

I’mma need the translate just to see how fast is goin’

Pull up to the baller whit that belly have it yet

Keep the liquor pour, pour x 2

Niggas try to numb me til I bring it to the door

Should I get a fly and get to see before it bored

From the jump man like Jordan

I’mma do it on a couple tunnel

So much treated like I start a jungle

So much pussy it will be hard to jugle

She got a light skin friend like the Michal Jackson

And a dark skin man like a hunter mama

What's a party without Bob?

Flash mob hoer, that's bitches without bras,

Ghost ride the whip, that's niggas without cars

Ghost write the lyrics, that's niggas behind bars

Whole lot of haters and whole lot of commas

Whole lot of commas and a lot more comin’

All lot of banz as I got whole lot of dreamin

What my nigga learn if I get whole lot of comin’

Like sh, she just wanna party and I told her

If she hit it like and she pass it

Nigga you won’t know me, cut another OZ

Roll another stove, get pass to the homie

Homie, homie, pass it to the homie

And she throw whatever on my thug life

Yeah I know she want me, the other nigga for me

I don’t even want it make a good impression

Do it for the homie,

Homie, homie, do it for the homie