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letra de smoke - the chap

[intro]
yeah, might as well light up a candle
shootin’, i went off the handle
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that-
uh, yeah, light this b-tch up like i’m rambo
then i skirt off in a lambo
yeah, light this b-tch up like i’m rambo
then i skirt off in a lambo

[hook]
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that-
uh, ay, yeah
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that-
uh, ay, yeah
i ain’t tripping on these numbers
i ain’t tripping ‘bout these hoes
they ain’t tripping on my orders
if i say to go, then they’ll go
i ain’t worried bout these haters
i ain’t worried bout these folk
if they say it’s up, then it’s up
and if they say it’s smoke, then it’s smoke
[verse]
say they got problems, well i got the answer
if you wanna scr-p, then it’s hands, no hammers
anything goes but the p-ssy-ass flexers
if you bringing your crew, i got plenty expendables
these racks in my pockets looking pretty spendable
these macs in my hand got plans and ammo
tracks i recorded got plenty of fire
you dying, i might as well light up a candle
yeah, might as well light up a candle
shooting, i went off the handle
yeah, light this b-tch up like i’m rambo
then i skirt off in a lambo
yeah, too many muhf-ckers dying
way too many to handle
yeah, jump out the muhf-cking jet
landing, this ain’t what i planned though
ain’t brought my winter coat, f-ck
this ain’t what i planned for
yeah, this world’ll get real cold
good thing i stocked up on ammo
might just go off on a tangent
might just take over the planet
yeah, i’ve always felt abandoned
my mind’s like the f-cking canyon
ay, run that sh-t up ‘til i die
you won’t catch me by surprise
ay, smoking ‘til my mind fried
i always gotta be high
ay, keeping my sh-t on lock
ziplock with a zip tie
ay, whipping when i ghost ride
whiplash every time
uh, give em h-ll ‘til the end
run outta ink in my pen
grip on my sack then i ran
grabbing the crotch of my pants
devil won’t get to my soul
no, i won’t let him win
demons been creeping the door
i know i won’t let them in
dreams about chains on my neck
diamonds all over my body
yeah, will i live to the end?
scared to go outside, yeah
crazy world that we in
gotta grab on the bl!ck
yeah, fentanyl in the sticks
go to h-ll after bliss
light it up, wheres the bic
tell ‘em, “suck on my d-ck”
middle finger to below
d-mn my heart so sick
running outta that hope
atmosphere getting cold, yeah
dial the plug on my phone
blow all the smoke ‘til its gone, yeah (blow all the)
[hook]
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that- (blow that smoke, uh)
uh, ay, yeah
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that- (blow that smoke, uh)
uh, ay, yeah
i ain’t tripping on these numbers
i ain’t tripping ‘bout these hoes
they ain’t tripping on my orders
if i say to go, then they’ll go
i ain’t worried bout these haters
i ain’t worried bout these folk
if they say it’s up, then it’s up
and if they say it’s smoke, then it’s smoke

[outro]
yeah, might as well light up a candle
shootin’, i went off the handle
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that-
uh, yeah, light this b-tch up like i’m rambo
then i skirt off in a lambo
blow that smoke, blow that smoke
blow that smoke, blow that-
uh, trippin’ on these numbers
uh, hoes, uh
i ain’t worried ‘bout these folk, uh
yeah, smoke, then it’s smoke, uh

- the chap

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