Tekst piosenki 'Lipstick On Tthe Blunt (feat. King Chip)' wykonawcy Casey Veggies

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
Haters can't afford to be going where we go
We on the top floor, just me and these hoes
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
Shit, we wouldn't know

Baby girl cold yet she always stay hot
Lil' mama fresh, every day 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 smoking 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 hoe
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 hoe
We up in new york and i'm feeling like cam
Me and two bitches in ny going ham
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know

Yeah, what it is? i'm on the scene
Me and chip in the vette looking hella clean
From the fit to my whip this my newest 'zine
New swagger, hoes hit radder
Living life backwards, grew up kinda faster
My homie was a bastard, my girl was a track star
My nigga was a gangsta, why you trying to act hard?
My life anita baker, caught up in the rapture
But tonight i'll let it go, girl, i'm popping patron
Getting dough on the low, don't let nobody know
If they hating 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 doing what i'm supposed to

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
Haters can't afford to be going where we go
We on the top floor, just me and these hoes
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know
Shit, nigga, we wouldn't know, nigga