Smokey Klause

(Intro)

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Sweet Baby Kushed God

Gather round children

It's the night before Christmas

[Verse 1]

Fuck them reindeer, I come in that Continental V

Smokey Klause coming with that marijuana tree

Only bad yellow bitches get the candy cane from me

Jump up on my lap, baby tell me what you need

The night before Christmas I was all up in the house

Santa working overtime while I'm digging down the spouse

Not a creature staring so we did it on the couch

Thinking in my head like "This what it's about"

The children was nestled, snuggled up in their bed

Probably having X-Box visions up in their head

Her mama in her underwear and I'm in my skully

She making wild noise, I know it's bound to get ugly

Lil' nigga woke up cause he heard all the chatter

His mama was screaming, he trying to see what's the matter

Then to the closet, I flew in a flash

He opened the door, and he saw my stash

His mama had her titties out, trying to be low

Started asking her questions, told him that he had to go

Then through his wondering eyes, it would appear

Saw it was a rugby hanging off from the chair

The little fucker was quick, certainly clever

Started smiling and shit, like "It gotta be DZA"

Smelled the polo cologne, then he got brave

Knew all of my songs, started to call em by name

#KushedGod, 4 Loko, Sour Hour, ya kidding?

Personal Party, Continental Kush, He Has Risen

He spoke about that mirror that was on the wall

In Ralph's [?] shit, said he was fresher than all

Then threw a twinkle up, for I he would appear

Polo undershirt, Foamposites that's rare

Spoke not a word, not even a curse

Walked to the chair and he picked up his shirt

Sprang to the street, gave his a driver a whistle

Flew down the ave, I swear it looked like a missile

But I heard him scream, before he got out of sight

My fault lil nigga, Merry Christmas

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