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letra de weakest link remix - draken nizzyl

[intro: max julien & quavo]
now we can settle this like you got some class or we can get into some gangster sh-t
hey, chris, i don’t want no issues, bruh
i don’t want no smoke, i don’t wanna fight you
i don’t wanna do nothin’, bruh
like, please, bruh

[chorus: chris brown]
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with c?
who want, mm, who want smoke with me?
who want
brrah, brrah, brrah, yeah, yeah

[verse: chris brown]
okay, let’s get down to the facts, p-ssy, i’m dripped in red (okay)
don’t let this r&b sh-t fool you, n-ggas get ripped to shreds (get back)
quavo talkin’ like he a thug, n-gga, you a b-tch with dreads (you a b-tch)
can’t wait to see the day that you back up all of that sh-t you said (you on)
what’s all that boss sh-t you talkin’? you ain’t no huncho, n-gga (you ain’t no huncho)
you the weakest link out of your clique, let’s keep it a hundo, n-gga (one hundred)
you f-cked my ex-ho, that’s cool, i don’t give no f-ck, lil’ n-gga (still a b-tch)
’cause i f-cked your ex when you were still with her, b-tch, i’m up, lil’ n-gga (i’m up)
they say revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet, yeah), now think about that sh-t
don’t let that line go over your head, i might just sing about that sh-t (crack, crack, crack)
i had her fiendin’ ’bout that d-ck, there’s somethin’ sweet about that sh-t (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
i got some tea up out that b-tch, but i ain’t gon’ speak about that sh-t (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah (fah-fah, brr)
i ain’t playin’ chess with a checker player
i’m a tickin’ bomb on the detonator (yeah, yeah)
i sh-t on n-ggas, i’m a defecator (yeah, yeah)
i’ll put a migo on a ventilator (yeah, brr, what?)
stop talkin’ ’bout beatin’ girls, you was beatin’ b-tches on the elevator
we seen the tapes, that’s devastatin’ (brr, baow, baow)
you doin’ bad, you a b-tch and your music trash (yeah, yeah, yeah)
fashion week, they sat me next to your lame ass, i was truly mad (what?)
all i kept thinkin’ ’bout was breakin’ your face, but i gave you a pass (word)
you lucky i ain’t wanna f-ck the money up, boy, i would’ve broke you in half (brrah, baow)
quit tryin’ to be tough, you ain’t like that, why you keep showin’ off? (uh)
quit talkin’ ’bout drugs, you the only pack that i’ve been smokin’ on (woah)
i just hit my plug, told him, “come back, i’ma need more than one” (come on)
your last album was a weed tray, just some bullsh-t that we roll up on (brrah, baow, baow, baow)
you know it’s on, put you to bed, night, night, that’s sudafed (yeah)
show me that i’m tender, b-tch, time to prove what you just said (boy)
r.i.p. takeoff, he the only real one that got true respect
crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (oh sh-t, brrah)
“you trippin’, chris, don’t say that, don’t lose your head” (d-mn)
you done turned the big bad wolf on, these f-ck n-ggas never knew revenge (woo)
this what happens when a f-ck n-gga push a real n-gga out to the edge (yeah)
this what happens when a dumb n-gga get fame and it get to his head (yeah)
you gon’ kiss this ring, n-gga
big “f-ck you” from my middle finger (yeah)
i’ll tattoo my trigger finger (yeah)
bring real beef to your dinner table (brrah, baow)
my mental state ain’t never stable, i know this sh-t gon’ sting, n-gga (grrah)
i’ll run your ass through the wringer, n-gga
you just got bodied by a singin’ n-gga, b-tch
[chorus: chris brown]
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with me?
who want smoke with c? (who want smoke?)
who want, mm, who want smoke with me?
who want (brrah)
yeah, yeah, yeah

- draken nizzyl

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