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letra de no smoke - 731

[intro]
[nino santana]
want no smoke boy!
ayeeee!

[female voice]
n-n-nino north in north out

[nino santana]
nino!
f-ck these n-ggas talkin’ bout
f-ck these n-ggas talkin’ bout
turnup!
ayeeee!

[hook]
f-ck n-gga you dont want no smoke boy
f-ck n-gga you dont want no smoke boy
ima’ let that thang blow boy
better duck tell yo mans to get low boy

no smoke no smoke x6
f-ck n-gga you dont want smoke boy!
flexin on the north thats a no boy bang!

[nino santana]
[first verse]

godd-mn boy you’s motherf-ckin’ trackstar
what the f-ck you run so fast for
ma n-ggas kickin’ down ya back door
& if you got them bandz then you’ll get clapped for em
actin clueless we ain’t do it b-tch dont ask us
dont ask me why ya n-ggas gettin clapped up
i’ll pull that f-ckin’ shotty out the back trunk
then go retarted on a n-gga if he act up
ma n-ggas on some sh-t we ain’t with none of that
the way he makin movers he lookin like a running back
& if i catch you lackin ima push ya pumpkin back (ayeeee)

[hook]

[louie’vill]
[second verse]

f-ck n-gga you dont want no smoke boy
im on the block i got them grams for the low boy
chiefin’ on that chief i ain’t no glo boy
my eyes so low up off these drugs i ain’t no c0ke boy
i keep a mac or a uzi posted up with the gooniez
suggest you dont come on dewey i fade ya top lil boosie
shorty cute but she loopy get a little top and some cooochie
kick er out the crib like im bruce lee
them hoes be screamin there go louie (hunn x2)

[hook]

[laflare]
[third verese]

flip it
laflare
waddup b-tch

pants saggin’ all these 100’s 50’s
no smoke spend a dub on remy cause ma main b-tch she too used to remy
n-ggas here she ain’t drinkin with me
couple goons ima send em drillin
always winnin but ya pockets empty
im too up now bout ma bucks now you gone miss a 0 like ya number 50
cop a bentley when i tocuh a milli
drinkin lean this sh-t got me dizzy
n-ggas f-ggots they a never be me
hoes ain’t loayal man these b-tches sneaky
n-ggas phoney you was never brody
n-ggas know me cause they b-tchese know me
f-ck this rap sh-t im on trap sh-t
n-ggas know me caus ethey b-tches know me uhnnn

[t max]
[fourth verse]

everytime they see me they like there go t max
walk in the party they like where you been at
pull up in that chevy boy dont make me bend that
pull that choppa out & everybody get back
dont talk about no money you ain’t gettin it
put money over hoes because im gettin it
just hit a l!ck im countin’ up ma dividence
wack a n-gga then go hide the evidence
shoot a n-gga like a quarterback try to run hit chu in ya cornerback
take ya pack can’t get ya quarter back
we got big bags like the laundry mat
p-ssy boy dont want smoke we gone get it foggy like a magic show
p-ssy boy dont want smoke we gone get it foggy like a magic show godd-mn

[hook]

[trey stacks]
[fifth verse]

trey stacks
rrraaa rrraaaa rrraaa

n-ggas still walkin round hatin’ we see who not gettin’ money
n-ggas still walkin round hatin’ we see who not gettin’ money
ma n-gga im chillin always in the trap
n-ggas want beef we ain’t gone stop till ya whole hood drop…
[??????]
come to ya wake n-gga we gone serve that
pull up on n-ggas & put it in park
walk up on n-ggas & let that b-tch spark
n-ggas be talkin i rather go live it
n-ggas be talkin i rather go live it
word on the street all these n-ggas is snitches
told on ya man he went to trial & got sentenced
& you out here claimin’ you real claimin’ you real that dont fit ya description
f-ck n-ggas dont want no smoke you b-tch n-ggas got baby lungs
c-ck this sh-t aim at ya head that mac 10 sound like 80 guns
f-ck ya b-tch dump in ya b-tch then slide off with that baby c-m
yall cuff hoes like long jeans when it to hoes i ain’t savin none

[hook]

- 731

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