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letra de smoke (ft. kevindacut & y$n dro) - saint rubio

[intro: kevindacut]
who the f-ck want the smoke bruh
sh-t none y’all n-ggas want the
smoke do you
y’all n-ggas, y’all n-ggas some f-ck
n-ggas you heard
always keep it tuck n-gga aye
don’t try your luck n-gga aight
god d-mn, sh-t who want the smoke
who want the smoke
aye who want the smoke

[verse 1: kevindacut]
who want the smoke
who want the smoke
better watch out lights out when it blow
got my ice out pipe down little hoe
meet me right now outside little bro
neo on my side you gonna die a homicide
f-cking with a g you committing suicide
it’s on sight, better hide i’m taking flight
young rich n-gga imma get what i desire
running up a bag, nah i evеn tired
say he getting monеy, nah n-gga he a liar
b-tch i’m on n-gga like my name micheal myers
i been touching h-lla bands so much i can retire
but who want the smoke, who want the fun
i gunna pull sending shots at big cuz
f-ck you don’t thought
you done thought get pop
n-gga tryna plot on my guap get him drop aye
[verse 2: y$n dro]
n-gga getting drop
b-tch you know i keep a glock
and i’m posted at the block
b-tch you know we serving knocks
n-ggas wanna talk little n-gga
you get popped
if that n-gga talking reckless on
mama he get dropped aye
lil dro in the cut b-tch
popped a percy now i’m stuck b-tch
in the side with my bloods
p-ssy little n-gga i ain’t f-cking
with no cuz
who want the smoke
who want the smoke
gotta f-cking choppa and it came
in with a scope
gotta laser beam and it’s aiming
at your throat
n-ggas talking reckless so we kicking
down his door
feeling h-lla slow popped a perc
we gone float
sipping h-lla syrup purple dripping
on my clothes aye
yeah it’s dripping on my clothes b-tch
yeah i’m sniffing on the perc like it’s
snow b-tch aye
[verse 3: saint rubio]
i ain’t never claim but i’am a thug
show you that i’m hard i don’t
need a f-cking gun
boys geeking like he’s off the drugs
made him to a track star when he
starts to run (run)
who you think you pressing (pressing)
i ain’t no fool to be messing (messing)
i don’t no smith n’ wesson (gun clock)
i got the lord as my protection
foo i’m really trying not to be violent
so back the f-ck up for i put you to silence
i see the way you motherf-cker look at me
i ain’t a k!ller so don’t f-cking push me
yeah pardon my french
but f-ck all your friends
they talk to the feds
and they f-cking pretend
they plot there revenge
and hit you again
cause in the end
they wanna see you dead
can’t be around fools acting h-lla sus
stay mad at us man i don’t give a f-ck
as a matter of fact after i hit this blunt
blow it in your face who want the what
[outro: y$n dro)
who want the smoke
who want the smoke
gotta f-cking choppa and it came
in with a scope
gotta laser beam and it’s aiming
at your throat
n-ggas talking reckless so we kicking
down his door
feeling h-lla slow popped a perc
we gone float
sipping h-lla syrup purple dripping
on my clothes aye
yeah it’s dripping on my clothes b-tch
yeah i’m sniffing on the perc like it’s
snow b-tch aye

- saint rubio

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