letra de smoke - dayae taelor
(intro)
i came from sh-t (yeah yeah)
ohh… i came from sh-t
(yeah yeah)…… (yeah yeah)
b-tch ain’t sh-t……… aye… (aye)
young n-gga i feel like johnny
(i’m really serving this dope
i came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga x2)
i’m really servin this dope
i came from sh-t ….. (ayee)
(hook)
hopped out the m-f–k-n mazi
young n-gga i feel like johnny
(i’m really serving this dope
i came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga x2)
i’m really servin this dope …
i got this sh-t on my own own
this sh-t here all on my phone
this lil b-tch keep textin
tryna stress me she like
(uhh uhnn)
i done met the plug …
what the f-ck (uhuh uhn uhn)
this lil niga talkin he want
smoke (ah ah ahnn ahnn)
ima shoot his crib, & his b-tch
(ahhhh ahnnn ahnnn)
ima blow my nigas up
i swear that’s on my soul
ima blow the gang up
lil n-gga on my soul
n-gga i’m insane
you can hear it in my songs
i ain’t een got no brain
and i lost it on my own (yea)
(bridge)
(i’m really serving this dope
we came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga know i’m really serving this dope
we came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga yea
i’m really serving this dope
we came from sh-t
we see the plot (yahhh)
(verse)
i’m really serving this dope
we came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga
dior that’s on my cologne (yeah yeah) i’m in yo hoe fone
(yeah) i got this sh-t
straight from the mud
all on my own ….
if a niga talk , we put a slug
right to his dome (ayeee)
(yeah) im with the gang
(yeah) slime on my name
pop , pop a n-gga brain
(yeah) pop my sh-t … (uhh)
pop my sh-t b-tch
i’m so lit b-tch
what the f-ck hoe
you ain’t sh-t b-tch
(yeahhhh) ..(uhh uhnnn)
you ain’t sh-t b-tch
these lil hoe keep textin
trynna stress , im so lit lit
and i got the money
did my best on my sh-t
and i’m f-ckin slimelife
lil b-tch you get l!cked l!cked
(hook)
hopped out the m-f–k-n mazi
young n-gga i feel like johnny
(i’m really serving this dope
i came from sh-t
we see the plot lil n-gga x2)
i’m really servin this dope …
i got this sh-t on my own own
…
this lil b-tch keep textin
tryna stress me she like
(uhh uhnn)
i done met the plug …
what the f-ck (uhuh uhn uhn)
this lil niga talkin he want
smoke (ah ah ahnn ahnn)
ima shoot his crib, & his b-tch
(ahhhh ahnnn ahnnn)
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