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letra de who want the smoke - skizzzbone

[chorus: 1]
i don’t f-ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b-tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b-tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b-tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b-tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope

[verse: 1]
i’m sick of these b-tch muhf-cka’s don’t test me
b-tch i got a stick, yeah i shoot like wayne gretzky
i’m a trapper, money stacker, no i ain’t an actor
b-tch i smack whack rappers and i like to catch lackers
b-tch i’m ghost like caspеr, p-ssy boy bleed faster
skizzzbone he a b-st-rd, hold up, d-mn
yеah i’m still f-ckin’ on hoes
yeah i’m still totin’ them poles
rocking at all of my shows
yeah i’m still wiping they nose

[chorus: 2]
i don’t f-ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b-tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b-tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b-tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b-tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope
[verse: 2]
lemme turn the heat up, cause you cold
i don’t f-ck with you rats cause you told
ima’ take you for all of your gold
shiver me timbers, skizzzy a pirate, a wizard
don’t f-ck with my mista, i f-cked on ya sista
b-tch i done ya, skizzzy slimey, a lizard
i don’t f-ck with b-tches thinkin’ they be on that g sh-t
you the type of cat to spend 20 on a g b-tch
you the type to rat, just so you can be a free jit
you the type of muhf-cka lookin’ like a free l!ck

[chorus: 3]
i don’t f-ck with rats, always lookin’ for the intel
i’m runnin’ through through the trap
slam the pack just like i’m lindell
i used to get my money from an envelope
credit card scams b-tch i used to sell a lot of dope
it ain’t easy bein’ skizzzy little b-tch who want the smoke?
smoking on yo homie i’ll put yo ass right in a toke
yeah you think you trappin’ b-tch your ass ain’t nothin’ but a joke
b-tch i got a hundred rounds i gotta choppa wit’ a scope

- skizzzbone

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