LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAll da Smoke
You it, I'm it, everybody itWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want, I want smokeWe want all the smokeYeah he just, he just breaking up the iceWe leaning, factsYeahSlattStackin' it tall (Thugger)Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let's go)Green and white like Celtics, don't play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)I been eatin' me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)Out the slums, taking a chance, toting Tommy guns (brrt)Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on God)Homicide gang, they gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)We had the bando goin' crazy in the Swats (in the what?)Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the oppsWe want all the smoke (yeah) , we want all the smoke (yeah)We want all the smoke (yeah) , we want all the smoke (aw yeah)We want all the smoke (yeah) , we want all the smoke (yeah)We want all the smoke (huh)This money turning me on, ayyThis money turning me on (on, turn me on)I'm thinkin' out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga goneWoo, far gone, I'm so gone on itThree hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeahTake the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeahLift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeahHaving a private party, you know how that goMusic all in my ears (yeah) , instruments in my earsI'm in the backyard feeding deers, I'm in a penthouse poppin' sealsI got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel Coco in my dealI missed a couple shows for my dealIf I could take it back I willAnd don't you take that to the hatYou know I got you in my willTold big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the cribMake the dope do the windmillNigga swing through ActavisIn a corner too, I'm killedAnd I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayyI told my bitch, no more ass shotsShe stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic timeMy diamonds go around like BudweiserCount a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppyCame up out the projects, ain't have shit (on God)I wiped a nigga's nose for a ticket (slime)Hit it from the back (kill it)Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)How you dig that?Whip up the fish, pour K and got racks, ayyWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smokeWe want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
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