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letra de no smoke (freestyle) - manman badaxx

f-ck n-gg- don’t won’t no smoke
i heard you been plottin’ on badaxx on tha low
let off some shots spin let off some mo’
beat up tha block had to throw in some bows
she tell me be easy f-ckin’ her slow
don’t suck my d-ck lil’ b-th you gotta go
if you catch a body keep that on tha low
slide in a stolo when it’s time to sco’
ooo, ooo, she wet like some fiji
these n-gg-s look up to me, they wanna be me
i came from nothin’ you see how they treat me
free lil’ d he be clutchin” a db
nasty lil’ b-tch want to lay up and please me
boot tf up, power up like luigi
floatin’ thru traffic just me and my bg’s
when i hit the scene all these bad b-tches greet me
they see i’m turnt up got these f-ck n-gg-s sour
i want the money, the b-tches, the power
i’m tryna blow up like the twin towers
pop me a bean f-ckin’ shawty fa hours
made her go home and go hop in tha shower
thuggin’ alone cause these n-gg-s be cowards she ate up my kids, my nuts she devoured
ain’t been myself i keep takin’ these downers
thinking out loud, this sh-t off the brain
my mama say she think i’m goin’ insane
if i catch a opp, hop out and let it rain
b-tch you gon die if you go against the grain
boyz in my city wanna rap for a name
wanna get with the movement and go catch a stain
tryna stay focused and stay in my lane
you don’t got no purpose, get caught you gon sing
that’s when we pull up, bang bang he didn’t get away
demons out late when it’s dark and it’s safe
take somethin’ from me and they all gotta pay
one step ahead cause i know where he stay
i was thirteen on tha bock flippin’ treys
kick thru your door like we comin’ to raid
come thru with yappas f-ck up the parade
i don’t sip lean no mo, just lemonade
ya patna got hit up and you ain’t even spray
all that internet thuggin’ get you in the grave
like rip, i’m goin’ up now they notice me
now all these bad b-tches wanna blow a g
hop out the van with a 223
i’m steady rolin’, f-ck tha police
f-ckin’ a bourgeois b-tch skeetin’ on tha sheets
got kicked outta school, i love runnin’ tha streets
shootout at my show b-tch you ain’t k!llin’ me
imma ride round in traffic, draco on tha seat
they say i’m up next waiting patiently
we goin’ up like major league
whoop that lil’ b-tch like jayda lee
if we spin tonight i didn’t see a thing
tell her come suck on my ding-a-ling
big boy 40 can’t fit in these jeans
look like a pimp how i walk with a lean
p-ssy a– n-gg-s like lettuce, they green
she open up (ugh) let me get in between
stick d-ck inside her she try not to scream
we havin’ more guns than the f-ckin’ marines
she tell me slow down, tryna let off some steam
i sleep with that rod that pistol in my dreams (?)
c-ck back and boom left em dead on tha scene
left em dead on tha scene
c-ck back and boom left em dead on tha scene
left em dead on tha scene
i sleep with that rod that pistol in my dreams (pistol in my dreams)
she tell me slow down, tryna let off some steam (tryna let off some steam)
ybkb….gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

- manman badaxx

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