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letra de no smoke 1400 b.c. / sauce - trippie redd

[intro: trippie redd]
i just wanna know
i’m smokin’… go
woo, woo, woo, brr, ayy
shooters on go
all these shooters with me, yeah, they on go
all these shooters with me, yeah, they on go, ayy

[chorus: trippie redd]
swear they don’t want smoke, no
haters don’t want smoke, yeah
no smoke, no smoke, ayy, ayy
they don’t want no smoke, ayy

[verse 1: trippie redd]
they don’t want no smoke, on the block with my goons
i hit a n-gg- up, i don’t like to pick and choose
i just f-ck on every ho that come into my dms
i be getting all this money, i don’t spend it on bms
i ain’t got no baby, but your b-tch my lil’ baby, huh
dare a n-gg- play me, i’ma shoot him, is you crazy? huh
yeah, i’m going brazy, off the codeine, b-tch, i’m brazy, huh
blowing all this dope, it got me motherf-ckin’ lazy, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[chorus: trippie redd & pachino]
dripping in the sauce
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce (i gotchu bloodie)
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce (alright, let me talk to ’em)
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce (it really don’t, huh)

[verse 2: pachino]
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce (yeah)
put water on the rollie, and the wrist yeah that’s the voss (bling)
i don’t like your b-tch cause she keep asking what it cost (mind your business b-tch)
n-gg- you ain’t a boss if you ain’t never took a loss (skrt, skrt, skrt)
said he put it on the b’s, yeah, he put it on the b’s
even if he ain’t crip, man i hope them n-gg-s c (brr)
man, if she ain’t topping then that b-tch she gotta leave (get out)
i don’t smoke no mids, man i only smoke ogs
smoke gorilla, smoke gorilla, like a n-gg- in the jungle
talking up under they lip, all them n-gg-s do is mumble (yeah)
i did 10k last week, n-gg- that’s just on a humble (cash)
and any time i speak i need a bundle when i come through (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd & both]
dripping in the sauce
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce
it don’t make sense, all this motherf-ckin’ sauce

- trippie redd

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