Smelling Like Dolce And Gabbana Lyrics

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About the song: Smelling Like Dolce And Gabbana Lyrics is written and sung by Yung Nation. The title of the song is Shawty Wassup.

Smelling Like Dolce And Gabbana Lyrics

[Intro: B Reed]
Smellin like Dolce Gabana
I could probably hit ya baby mama
Blowin on a pound of mari^^
Presidential kush I’m talkin Obama
Keep a lot of guns I’m young Osama
And she give me brain, good honors
Fast and the furious, Brian O’Conner

[Chorus: B Reed]
Oh I don’t give a damn about your man shawty wassup
Everyday we blow loud in this b^^ch
Muthaf^^ka burn up
Game time sh^t I can f^^k you b^^ch, by the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel no disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite, shawty look up
We can have s*x, lets get drunk, do some kush ups
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup

[Verse 1: Faime]
Blowing on a pound of that fruity
Ima young dog no scooby
I’m finna make a Cinemax movie
Yo girl give me a^s no cooties
I’m Tryna have relations with yo booty
Do u wanna be miss fooly I don’t spit lies everything truly
Girl do it feel wet feel gooey
Can I shoot it like a Uzi
I lock up her up like a bad juvie
Beat the p^^sy up you gone sue me
When you want this dick Q me?
This a buffet no luby’s
In the bed room it get spooky
I go alot of miles like booby
Oh this right here too loud people take caution
He dont beef, he dont want plex we will be boxing
I got heat I got goons we got options
Move the party to the hotel naw we ain’t stopping

[Chorus: B Reed]
Oh I don’t give a damn about your man shawty wassup
Everyday we blow loud in this b^^ch
Muthaf^^ka burn up
Game time sh^t I can f^^k you b^^ch, by the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel no disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite, shawty look up
We can have s*x, lets get drunk, do some kush ups
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup

[Verse 2: B. Reed]
I can wreck n that p^^sy I got insurance
I ain’t worried bout your man cause I got endurance
And you can come ride this dick keep steerin
Im sick I need a doctor get to curin’
Wassup bro 2 b^^ches I got combos
Talkin cash we got bank rolls, liftin weights my pockets on swole
We winnin my team super bowl, when we shop its by truck load
Shawty shawty yung nupid hotties, hangin’ with me thats your hobby
Skurr off in a Masarati do a trick on a dick probably a ollie
Get money round the world b^^ch ain’t monoply
Hit the strip dont tip im payin property
Money talks you boys mockery, JV A N im varsity
Oops didn’t sh^t on em pardon me
Kill the p^^sy on the telly dont charge me!

[Chorus: B Reed]
Oh I don’t give a damn about your man shawty wassup
Everyday we blow loud in this b^^ch
Muthaf^^ka burn up
Game time sh^t I can f^^k you b^^ch, by the buzzer
After the show hit the hotel no disturbance
We on the top floor, hotel suite, shawty look up
We can have s*x, lets get drunk, do some kush ups
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup
Shawty wassup
Shawty shawty wassup

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