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 Smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke. 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke. 
I'm off in the west with my heat 
Finna call up my lil' freak 
I know she be chargin' these niggas (charge) 
'cause that lil' pussy not cheap (yeah) 
I just went, took off on 'em (took off on 'em) 
Ran off with bags of sheesh (sheesh) 
Next week is all, all gone (all gone) 
I know you be proud of me 
Draco two-tone (tone), still locked in with the mo' (mo') 
Nothin' but a whole bunch of hoes 
Bustin' and grabbin' my robe (bustin' it) 
Poppin' and poppin' it. 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, lil' baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, lil' baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Ooh, baby 
Ooh, baby. 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Margiela shoebox, I woke up and spent me a bag on designer 
Chanel on her toes, gucci her pussy, you know that I'm eyein' her 
I call up my brother, he bring a few sticks, we runnin' the club up 
Got this bad ass bitch, yeah, she ridin' this dick, I just told her to giddy up 
How could you hate when your figures low? 
I just dropped ten on my finger rolls 
I was just bummy in overalls 
Now I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all 
It's only summer, wait for the fall 
My aunties watchin', how could I fall? 
'95 jordan, I'm back, ho 
'95 jordan, I'm back, ho. 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke. 
Woah, come on 
Okay, I just been rockin' these shows (damn) 
Rackies on me, I got a big load (let's go) 
Different time and I'm losing control (let's go, woo) 
Losing control (woo) 
Different time and I'm losing my focus (yeah) 
Niggas said they gotta be jokin', moshpit, leave that shit open (yeah) 
Fuck that, they trippin', yeah 
Amiri, amiri my denim, yeah 
Rockstar shit, but I came with some hitters 
Nigga play that, I'm gon' hit 'em. 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah) 
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (ooh, baby) 
            
 
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