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letra de smoke - doloo

[intro]
(ayo, foreign you crazy for this one)
look, go

[verse]
oh, it’s smoke, let me know then
i’ll heat a n-gga up, look how i melt the snow man
ain’t wanna put me on, sh-t, i’ll do it on my own then
(oh, he was sliding before he died) that’s the reason he gone then
we was sitting on the block while the opps was on sofas
we was sixteen terrorising n-ggas a lot older
but i ain’t gone speak on that, i’mma speak on something different
what’s the point of shooting at me when every time that he missing?
i done shot a lot of n-ggas now name a time that i got shot
i’m the real jumpout gang, can name a lot of times i hopped out
hollows connect to a n-gga’s face and hit his hotspot
and when they get this extra strike, add to bars to the wifi
back in school they was chilling, why the f-ck they wanna die now?
ain’t play with me back then so why would you wanna try now?
i ain’t gone lie, boy, i be lost, n-ggas be lossing me
i know your glock be mad like why the f-ck yo ass ain’t using me?
i don’t wanna hear ’bout what the f-ck n-ggas gone do to me
i’mma blow my pipe, i love my life, it’s either you or me
shoot with both glocks, i bet you’ll think that it’s two of me
boy, them is not your bodies, jit you lying, you ain’t fooling me
you see me in the party, guarantee i got them k!llers in
what you doing ain’t working, n-gga, you should try some’ different then
i popped some n-ggas with that right now it’s time to use me a different hand
i done swung that chop now it’s time to use me a different gun
n-ggas be hard till they hear that (ftt, ftt, ftt) now they a different man
(doloo ain’t never shoot n0body) well, why you limping then?
i be hanging out that window, i dare a n-gga to lift a leg
and most them n-ggas b-tches, i can stamp some of them n-ggas scared
i ain’t run into them yet, that’s the reason that he ain’t dead
and i got no heart, boy, i’ll shoot a n-gga while he praying
my brother died, i was sliding for two weeks straight
them n-ggas hiding out, it’s been a minute since i see tate
g3 called my phone like, “bro, yo bl!ck hot go put it up”
but i was still sliding, on my brother, i ain’t give a f-ck
shot a n-gga, i was still riding ’round with that same bl!ck
his hoe had left him on the floor and he still with that same b-tch
i’m forever sliding ’bout the guys so moving ain’t gone change sh-t
boy, that (ftt) ain’t for sound effects, in person it’s the same sh-t

- doloo

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