Testing, testing
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Roll one, hit two, drink three shots, for now
Hold up
Haze it, blaze it, Xavier's crazy, scale it, weigh it, quarter pound
Hit the club with some earthquake, bumpin'
G's in the back get the purp' strain rollin'
Bitches in the front take your shirts off for me
Then shake it like a dog with his fur stained muddy
Elastic body like a trapeze artist
Bend, twist, and dip like tobacco products
I'm lookin' fly like a magic carpet
If she be a genie, my last wish? Drop it
If that ass could talk it would say grab up on it
In between drinks you could crash and fall asleep pass out on it
Softer than a tempurpedic matress homie
Got this jack beanstalkin'
Meanin' I'm up in the clouds
Like I'm puffing the sour
Yo bartender all of us ordering a couple of rounds
We be guzzlin' Crown
Got me dunkin' a vallium
Cinnamon got me swingin' and I'm a f*ckin' medallion
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Turn down
What you thought this was?
A rap song?
This a muf*ckin' mosh pit
Kick it
Bitch we got some crooked smiles
Mixin' drinks, cookie flour
Whippit for them rookie childs
Bitch we sippin' plenty Henny, chuggin' sound like wookie growls
Green leaves
I don't see seeds
If I see kennels in my G
You best believe me
I'll pop it back in the seat of the VW corny motherf*ckers getting deweeded
Jeebies in the headrest
Jeebies in the floor
So many jeebies what isn't jeebies no more?
Got burns on your fingers
Pass back to Master Splinter
Cause when it's all over you can't take it with ya
Better recognize I'm the highest pilot
Flyest in the sky with five of them white chicks
Grind in the slime I might go divin'
Mayday, mayday, best ignite the sirens
Pry the vicodin and slide in ya sinuses
Light the pipe it's 4th of July bitch
Strike it like lightin' ya eyes get bright red
Cause pussy is tightest when I get light head
Syke this ain't a weed song
It's a free throw
Got a chick in a thin thong playin' ping pong with my ding dong
Bangin' in her chest like I'm King Kong
Dare to get my name wrong
Imma be go beast dog
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Xavier - Crooked Smile Lyrics
Xavier - Crooked Smile Lyrics
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English
Testing, testing
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Roll one, hit two, drink three shots, for now
Hold up
Haze it, blaze it, Xavier's crazy, scale it, weigh it, quarter pound
Hit the club with some earthquake, bumpin'
G's in the back get the purp' strain rollin'
Bitches in the front take your shirts off for me
Then shake it like a dog with his fur stained muddy
Elastic body like a trapeze artist
Bend, twist, and dip like tobacco products
I'm lookin' fly like a magic carpet
If she be a genie, my last wish? Drop it
If that ass could talk it would say grab up on it
In between drinks you could crash and fall asleep pass out on it
Softer than a tempurpedic matress homie
Got this jack beanstalkin'
Meanin' I'm up in the clouds
Like I'm puffing the sour
Yo bartender all of us ordering a couple of rounds
We be guzzlin' Crown
Got me dunkin' a vallium
Cinnamon got me swingin' and I'm a f*ckin' medallion
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Turn down
What you thought this was?
A rap song?
This a muf*ckin' mosh pit
Kick it
Bitch we got some crooked smiles
Mixin' drinks, cookie flour
Whippit for them rookie childs
Bitch we sippin' plenty Henny, chuggin' sound like wookie growls
Green leaves
I don't see seeds
If I see kennels in my G
You best believe me
I'll pop it back in the seat of the VW corny motherf*ckers getting deweeded
Jeebies in the headrest
Jeebies in the floor
So many jeebies what isn't jeebies no more?
Got burns on your fingers
Pass back to Master Splinter
Cause when it's all over you can't take it with ya
Better recognize I'm the highest pilot
Flyest in the sky with five of them white chicks
Grind in the slime I might go divin'
Mayday, mayday, best ignite the sirens
Pry the vicodin and slide in ya sinuses
Light the pipe it's 4th of July bitch
Strike it like lightin' ya eyes get bright red
Cause pussy is tightest when I get light head
Syke this ain't a weed song
It's a free throw
Got a chick in a thin thong playin' ping pong with my ding dong
Bangin' in her chest like I'm King Kong
Dare to get my name wrong
Imma be go beast dog
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Roll one, hit two, drink three shots, for now
Hold up
Haze it, blaze it, Xavier's crazy, scale it, weigh it, quarter pound
Hit the club with some earthquake, bumpin'
G's in the back get the purp' strain rollin'
Bitches in the front take your shirts off for me
Then shake it like a dog with his fur stained muddy
Elastic body like a trapeze artist
Bend, twist, and dip like tobacco products
I'm lookin' fly like a magic carpet
If she be a genie, my last wish? Drop it
If that ass could talk it would say grab up on it
In between drinks you could crash and fall asleep pass out on it
Softer than a tempurpedic matress homie
Got this jack beanstalkin'
Meanin' I'm up in the clouds
Like I'm puffing the sour
Yo bartender all of us ordering a couple of rounds
We be guzzlin' Crown
Got me dunkin' a vallium
Cinnamon got me swingin' and I'm a f*ckin' medallion
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Turn down
What you thought this was?
A rap song?
This a muf*ckin' mosh pit
Kick it
Bitch we got some crooked smiles
Mixin' drinks, cookie flour
Whippit for them rookie childs
Bitch we sippin' plenty Henny, chuggin' sound like wookie growls
Green leaves
I don't see seeds
If I see kennels in my G
You best believe me
I'll pop it back in the seat of the VW corny motherf*ckers getting deweeded
Jeebies in the headrest
Jeebies in the floor
So many jeebies what isn't jeebies no more?
Got burns on your fingers
Pass back to Master Splinter
Cause when it's all over you can't take it with ya
Better recognize I'm the highest pilot
Flyest in the sky with five of them white chicks
Grind in the slime I might go divin'
Mayday, mayday, best ignite the sirens
Pry the vicodin and slide in ya sinuses
Light the pipe it's 4th of July bitch
Strike it like lightin' ya eyes get bright red
Cause pussy is tightest when I get light head
Syke this ain't a weed song
It's a free throw
Got a chick in a thin thong playin' ping pong with my ding dong
Bangin' in her chest like I'm King Kong
Dare to get my name wrong
Imma be go beast dog
Bitch I got a crooked smile
Something like a crocodile
Eyes red kush is loud
Bitch you better recognize that we get turnt, volume dial
Writer: Noah Eaton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid