ta'shaun t. wilson smoke şarkı sözleri

Blowing smoke It's in your lungs but you cough it up, really ain't a joke I'm cooking dope, put it in the song like this nigga go Yeah I float, lucky 7's got a nigga on a roll Snapping every time I get the dice Hot re-fillers in this bitch I'm 'bout to blow I'm a killer, I ain't trying to boast Dropping heaters like you drop the soap You a king dawg, I don't know The crown gone, landed in my boat Said you close but you getting cold You out of place nowhere near remote You out of pocket like these bitches lies In yo' bag talking like you the GOAT Mini-Me niggas out they mind Watch your mouth 'fore I break your jaw Shut up nigga just stay in line Cutting through trying to get fed Stay behind while I get ahead I'm getting mine, f*ck what you said Would you let a nigga take your bread? Weak ass want to be nigga Hide behind a big tree nigga Run from the big mean nigga You soft, what you mean nigga? I really wanna do my thing nigga Make a shorty go and sing nigga Do you do anything nigga? Aw, you win? Where your ring nigga? I'm a hard niggas kryptonite Gear up, if you want to fight I'm smooth like Miller Lite So drink up, this your last night I'm talking shit 'cause I'm really 'bout it You talking shit 'cause you really doubt it We'll see what's up when I turn this corner, hop out then I get started Niggas really soft when comes to the streets We can battle 'cause over beef or we battle on a beat Murdering cats, do you niggas wanna piece? Murdering cats, feeling like I'm Chinese Yeah you cap, why you trying block heat? I'm the light that you see when you sleep taking pills trying to O.D so... Who want smoke? Who gone hit Who gone ride Who gone dip Who gone slide Who gone, who want Who want smoke? Who gone hit Who gone ride Who gone dip Who gone slide Who gone, you want You want smoke This that jalapeño White girl mixed with all that Puerto Rican, that's a Frappuccino Sí es bueno, I'm the Carolina mixed with Habanero Flyest Pharaoh, platinum chains drape on a diamond mural I'm the hot Sriracha, Red Serrano, this came straight from the Devil's table El fuego, that's the motto you the same ol' same ol' Same shit, different lamoes and a basic flow though with a garbage angle Take the photo, enjoy the show hoe I'm running shit my way solo, dolo Wearing polo, gucci a no no I am not that big on all that apparel When I start rapping I'm making it tight These niggas try and find out what is inside I bring out the monster with nothing to hide The nastiest beast, I spit all the time Niggas are hoes I do not have the time So I bust down the flows with impeccable rhyme I don't pull out the 4's I just get out my notes Then the deadliest flow leaking out of my mind Cold blooded with the ice flow Sharpest mind with a cutthroat Intertwined with the new school 'cause I'm teaching all of these dumb folk Got you niggas looking flabbergasted With the way I'm scoring and how I'm passing I'm a living legend with a secret weapon Like a Smith and Wesson, got these niggas sweating All these thug niggas fake hard and all these bad bitches fake bad I don't know who they think they are Spoon fed ass pussy niggas It's all real until I pull that card Aw, you dope dealing on the corner Nah, you Tony's son, pops in the car So get right, for nigga a meet you stop light Pull out the chopper in the daylight Bust nine shots have nigga end life Fake niggas feel invincible Real niggas know it's not a joke Real niggas gone keep the chrome Real niggas will split your dome Who want smoke? Who gone hit Who gone ride Who gone dip Who gone slide Who gone, who want Who want smoke? Who gone hit Who gone ride Who gone dip Who gone slide Who gone, you want You want smoke
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