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letra de smoke - daboii

[hook]
i guess it’s up with n-ggas
i got n-ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n-gga
how many n-ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n-ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n-ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f-ckin witcha
pull out that -shh, bet i’ll hush a n-gga
how the f-ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n-ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[verse 1]
first off, it’s sob, b-tch i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
known to keep that strap wherever i go, b-tch i don’t thump with n-ggas
all you lil n-ggas is my sons, but i’m big unc to n-ggas
vroom vroom, get to skunkin n-ggas
pull up on his block and take his strap and get to punkin n-ggas
no, i’m not no fan of n-ggas music, i don’t be bumping n-ggas
but if i see my opp up in the club then i’mma bump the n-gga
i can’t even tell you what we done to n-ggas
if you see me posted on that block, i got a hunnid close
i don’t give a f-ck if he yo brother, i don’t f-ck with bro
posted on the block til it get cold, i got a runny nose
say she gon do everything for me, but she ain’t for me though
you put yo trust up in that b-tch, yeah you a dummy bro
b-tch i don’t wanna have no fun with you, but you could f-ck me though
n-gga asked me if i f-cked this b-tch, nah we just buddies bro
classy b-tch but suck the uh- like she a sl-tty hoe, n-gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n-ggas
i got n-ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n-gga
how many n-ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n-ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n-ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f-ckin witcha
pull out that -shh, bet i’ll hush a n-gga
how the f-ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n-ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[verse 2]
tell em come and get it, or get yo ass got
he was supposed to be my brother until he folded, n-ggas laptops
b-tch i ain’t finna play with no n-gga, i don’t slap box
n-gga keep playing like sh-t a game, til his ass shot
i got that one shh-, drum bigger than some ass shots
yeah, he was the n-gga back then, then he crashed out
hold on, hold on, you can’t call me broke, b-tch i got cash now
i walked up in that club them hoes had tiddies and that ass out
too high, passed out
broke b-tch, cash out
dumb b-tch almost got her lil ass hit, i tried to bag out
before i let him pay me for a feature, check his background
b-tch keep talkin bout that she a stallion, yous a cash cow
i moved out of town for bout a year, but b-tch i’m back round
yeah i can get her wet until it make that cheesy mac sound
bro said he don’t wanna tote the glock, he sending mac rounds
and n-ggas always lying in the booth until them facts out, n-gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n-ggas
i got n-ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n-gga
how many n-ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n-ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n-ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f-ckin witcha
pull out that -shh, bet i’ll hush a n-gga
how the f-ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n-ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

- daboii

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