letra de dont want smoke - fukitdrew!
(hook)
yo
boiii you keep talkin that sh-t
so if u really bout it pull up and don’t flinch
and let’s go
i know you in love w that b-tch
is she the one u callin your wife cuz
that is my hoe
and she keep suckin my d-ck
and don’t you love the way she bend over and touch
on her toes, b-tch i know, he layin low
cuz he don’t want smoke
b-tch i came up from the bricks
only way i thought i’d get out of that sh-t
was a rope
all my boy’s hittin them l!cks
either that or they with the fiends and they
sellin dat dope
and since we ain’t never had sh-t
ya gotta love the way a young n-gga been
drippin in gold, if he don’t, he layin low
cuz he don’t want smoke
(versе)
say my name lil b-tch do it justice, f-ck this, ima go abuse anothеr substance, cut with a different cloth then the f-ck sh-t, constant panic on my mind from what i done did. on me, b-tch i got bandz in my black jeans, tight grip p-ssy be controlling she a mad ting. baffling, my haters broke hey say they fasting. all cap, yo pockets dust it’s embarrassing. lemme address it, shawty wear that dress just for me i undress it, she looking s-xy, she like it when i get aggressive, the way she throw it back is oh-so impressive// gonna be swinging fists i’m dangerous to f-ck boys, i told him shut the f-ck up i do not wanna hear one noise, i’m raging in the street with all goons we breaking windows, he said his gang outside you ain’t outside you little b-tch hoe
(hook)
yo
boiii you keep talkin that sh-t
so if u really bout it pull up and don’t flinch
and let’s go
i know you in love w that b-tch
is she the one u callin your wife cuz
that is my hoe
and she keep suckin my d-ck
and don’t you love the way she bend over and touch
on her toes, b-tch i know, he layin low
cuz he don’t want smoke
b-tch i came up from the bricks
only way i thought i’d get out of that sh-t
was a rope
all my boy’s hittin them l!cks
either that or they with the fiends and they
sellin dat dope
and since we ain’t never had sh-t
ya gotta love the way a young n-gga been
drippin in gold, if he don’t, he layin low
cuz he don’t want smoke
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