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letra de smoke - jaey kilo

(datboydez on the beat)

got smoke in these streets
n-gga i don’t walk out the house, (don’t walk out) if i don’t got my heat
yeah n-gga what’s up with me (know what’s up)
every time i ride out got a extra two, or three clips up on that seat (grr bah)
aim at yo’ throat old p-ssy ass n-gga, make sure you deceased yeah

no regret or no guilt, on my conscience or heart
ain’t no love in my body, what’s was had depart
i done been in hot water, with sharks in the dark
i’m the same old n-gga, they knew from the start
but now i go harder and moving way smarter, i stay to myself ’cause my thoughts arising
he get hit with that fire so hot, that it burn and cauterize him (hot) p-ssy
i don’t f-ck with no 45, ‘cept the number on the side my glock slide
them n-ggas don’t really be on a f-ck thing at all, never seen none my opps slide
these n-ggas be drunk in the club, letting liquor get to they head
trying to pop off with n-ggas that don’t be around me, look frail as a b-tch boy i know you scared
only when i’m not there in they presence, do these n-ggas feel brave huh
i love glocks but i’m ’bout to go cop a walther, with a steel frame yeah
and i’m riding with the same n-ggas, until all the wheels break sh-t
should of been cut off that lil’ p-ssy ass ho, but i still stayed f-ck
her n-gga a simp claiming he was finna k!ll me ’bout her, the both of ’em know he ain’t serious
but me i’ma demon for real, step on anybody do it low show i’m so insidious
he can’t go where i go and be good how i’m good, no the n-gga got no clearance
b-tch you know he ain’t like that a bit
he can’t even imagine the feeling come from the experience yeah
heard that boy hiding out over east with his bm an son, but i got the drop on that
having nasty hoes coming in an out of the crib all day, so i had a thot on that
got a glock with a drum but i’m feeling like f-ck it, i lowkey prefer when the mop on that
anytime when i feel like it, pull up an just, now go draw the chalk on that p-ssy
can’t trust ’em if they got a soul yeah i swear on my core, that’s the reason ain’t most around
if it ain’t bout money or music, then f-ck what you saying that sh-t only slow us down
i got hollows and fmj’s in this mag’, just watch how i blow ’em rounds
catch that b-tch an her man when they least expect it, do ’em dirty they leaving they ultrasound (brr)
i got problems inside of my head i admit it, but most come from people mistreating me
i’ma real n-gga so it feel pointless to lie, don’t n0body scare or put unease in me
the support that i get keep me motivated, i won’t give up it’s some that believe in me
find it funny they quick to abandon me, but try and come back around when they needing me (f-ck ’em)
got smoke in these streets
n-gga i don’t walk out the house, (don’t walk out) if i don’t got my heat
yeah n-gga what’s up with me (know what’s up)
every time i ride out got a extra two, or three clips up on that seat (grr bah)
aim at yo’ throat old p-ssy ass n-gga, make sure you deceased
we gon’ put you to sleep yeah

- jaey kilo

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