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letra de smoke - bc jroc

[intro]
yeah
know about the motherf-ckin’ gang with me, n-gga
no cap
this sh-t bigger than ever, baby
yeah, yeah, yeah (frenzy)

[chorus]
i want the smoke, n-gga, pass me the blunt
counted to eighty while eatin’ some lunch
i got the juice like i came with some punch
the load touch down, nothin’ but candy and runtz
hop on the beat and get straight to the point
pour me a four for my boy in the joint
these n-ggas some pigs, if you listen, they oink
when you uppin’ the score, gotta score every point
i’m on the back street tossin’ the rock like a athlete
i hit the switches, gon’ turn to a track meet
she on my line tryna get her lil’ back beat
i’m tryna give you the game, n-gga, tax-free
i buy too many, the plug, it can’t tax me
talk to lil’ bobby, he goin’ on a jack spree
tell him to k!ll all the noise, it ain’t that deep
black force 1s with some d-ckies and black tee

[verse]
smokin’ on ice rock
vv my t–th and i didn’t go to icebox
custom my bl!ck, i pulled up with a white glock
sayin’ my name like you askin’ for white chalk
we hit his block back-to-back, n-gga, lights out
i don’t do no arguin’ i’m pullin’ the pipe out
shawty just text me like, “pullin’ up right now”
she in her feelings, she tryna get piped down
pulled up with choppers, ain’t talkin’ a bite
shawty a b-tch, don’t believe all the hype
d-ck in the glock like my b-tch was a dyk-
she tryna skate, she keep eyein’ the ice
we get ’em off, all we need is the price
shave off the extras, then send that sh-t twice
free that boy melvin, they gave that boy life
my mama keep sayin’, “you ain’t wrong, boy, you right”
put down a pill ’til i know how to fight
internet gangster, he know how to type
shawty get money, she know how to swipe
come and look closer and talk to the mic’
when i get it, l’ma beat it like ike
married the streets, man, that b-tch is my wife
free that boy demon, i’m missin’ my right
when cole just set the trend, n-ggas gon’ bite
on god
[chorus]
i want the smoke, n-gga, pass me the blunt
counted to eighty while eatin’ some lunch
i got the juice like i came with some punch
the load touch down, nothin’ but candy and runtz
hop on the beat and get straight to the point
pour me a four for my boy in the joint
these n-ggas some pigs, if you listen, they oink
when you uppin’ the score, gotta score every point
i’m on the back street tossin’ the rock like a athlete
i hit the switches, gon’ turn to a track meet
she on my line tryna get her lil’ back beat
i’m tryna give you the game, n-gga, tax-free
i buy too many, the plug, it can’t tax me
talk to lil’ bobby, he goin’ on a jack spree
tell him to k!ll all the noise, it ain’t that deep
black force 1s with some d-ckies and black tee

[outro]
(frenzy)

- bc jroc

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