Lipstick On The Blunt (Casey Veggies)

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go We on the top floor, just me and these hoes Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know S***, we wouldn't know Baby girl cold yet she always stay hot Lil' mama fresh, everyday she extra fly Lil' shorty 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 smokin' 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 ho 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 ho We up in new york and I'm feelin' like cam Me and two bitches in ny goin' ham Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a n*** was hatin', s*** we wouldn't know Yeah, what it is? I'm on the scene Me and chip in the vette lookin' hella clean From the fit to my whip this my newest 'zine New swagger, hoes *** radder Livin' life backwards, grew up kinda faster My homie was a bastard, my girl was a track star My n*** was a gangsta, why you tryin' act hard? My life anita baker, caught up in the rapture But tonight I'll let it go girl, I'm poppin' patron Gettin' dough on the low don't let nobody know If they hatin' 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 doin' what I'm supposed to Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a n*** was hatin' we wouldn't know Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go We on the top floor, just me and these hoes Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't know If a n*gga was hatin' we wouldn't know S***, we wouldn't know