Lil Wayne - Get Smoked lyrics

Intro : '09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke. And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked, f** around with them f** around, and you f** around and get smoked. f** around with them f** arounds and you f** around and get smoked. (Lil Wayne) Im Rollin, All my Ni**as Rollin. Keep that f**in' red bandana, Holk Hogan. Im cuttin' up like scissors, Comin' down hard like Blizzards, Im getting head while giving head, Thats a head on Collision. Im all up on pill, I keep this sh** Trill, These n***as aint forreal,...Like a Fire Drill. Yo Hoe on my back like a f**in' fith wheel. That b**h make her pu**y open and close like fish gills, I Put all my n***as on, But some of them n***as gone, Them n***as callin my phone. Leave me alone. Im lightin up that strong, then pa** it to my bro. Numbers dont lie. Except 5-0. Different color trukfit shirts, You ni**as pull down your skirts, If i die off these purps, But a bad b**h in my hearse. My hoes lift up their skirts, Im high as captain kirk, If we run out of work, We Rob..Like Burke (Chorus) '09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke. And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked, f** around with them f** around, and you f** around and get smoked. f** around with them f** arounds and you f** around and get smoked. [[x2]] [Verse 2 Lil Mouse] Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My n***as rollin for seetah, that b**h going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater his squad move burbons, yea n***a on feedback .30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man Go for them, f** man; I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance n***as talking sh** in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, n***a, and I could do this sh** my f**ing self Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left [Hook x2 Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my n***as ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked [Verse 3 Lil Wayne] Runnin up with my gangstas, runnin up in this yella hoes Everybody wanna f** my b**h Her p**y lips like heaven doors Its p**y money and kush Skateboards and shroom These n***as think they the sh** These n***as perfume Highly grove, so highly grove On my road so highly grove Im sick with it, Ive been diagnosed We dont cut the coke, thats diet coke These n***as broke, Im paid in full Blood game, Redbull My tongue like a serve board Her p**y like a way pool [Hook x2 Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my n***as ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked