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blac youngsta feat. 42 dugg - gun smoke (feat. 42 dugg) lyrics
i was raised on
keep actin’ like i’m r_t_rded, p_ssy n_gga, you know what i’m sayin’
keep actin’ like i ain’t like we ain’t
been shoot that motherf_ckin’ fire, n_gga
you know what i’m sayin’, every n_gga that played with me died, p_ssy
gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can’t do no show in my city
yeah, yeah, rich get p_ssy
you know we gon’ shoot them glocks
got off them shots and we catch ’em
i’m brought up on murder sh_t
that murder sh_t my profession (gang, gang)
i try keepin’ that sh_t professional but them n_ggas test me (okay)
that lil promo run you doin’ on me, get you left in the desert (promo)
i know blood gon’ shoot that fire
’cause he r_t_rded, he special (brrat)
i know cuz’ gon’ take some out for
me quick, why he a professional (facts)
last n_gga shot at me, that sh_t didn’t go successful
free my charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty k
i’m the godfather, know them bloods gon’ move whenever i say
p_ssy n_gga, i’ma stand all over you sh_t with this dirty drink (brrt)
you know i know where your mammy
stay, and where your brother stay (b_tch)
i buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (brrt)
i don’t tolerate no pistol play
boy you’ll get shot in the face (whew, whoo)
i just dodged my case
murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
been whackin’ n_ggas in the city, ‘fore i whackin’ n_ggas out of town
i can’t keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (found)
i can’t keep up with that p_ssy, she in lost and found (found)
you found it yet?
he say, can’t give a f_ck ’bout what they say (gang, gang)
gun smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (hrrrt)
green light, shoot that b_tch while he on red (bow)
bsi, he a rat, thats what i read (gang, gang)
first degree, you know all my opps, they dead (gang)
if they not, swear to god they gon’ be dead
i swear to god!
what you finna do?
watch this
go ‘head and leave some, b_tch, this blow me down as you around
she probably need some, b_tch, i ain’t trippin on no label, b_tch
i’m doin’ fiend numbers, and i got that green comin’
everywhere like hot spot
shoot a n_gga dead, i ain’t do no drive by
top five, dead or alive_live
free skeet, n_ggas bang but they don’t slang, i’m yellin’ free meech
dive in her, knee deep, yeah, n_gga, big fours
i was probably out here slangin’ while you was gettin’ phones
got a lame, sent her home, b_tch you with the gang now
i don’t care who actin’ to show, just get my chain now
left sh_t the road, the same route
seventy_five, main south
sell the lines, two_fifty (red)
what you need?
gang, gang, gang, gang
still on that murder sh_t (gang, gang)
depending how good the vibe is, i might murder sh_t (pew, pew)
i see the opps, i turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (hrrt)
you run up on me, i shoot you down, don’t give a f_ck who you is (no)
young n_gga, he pullin’ up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
my chopper got a cooler kit, i’m on that shooter sh_t
went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was sl!ck (faw)
i’m on that cut throat
south memphis sh_t, that sh_t get you k!lled (hrr)
how could your posse go ‘gainst me when i taught you off the rip?
i know three n_ggas thats beneath me thats reachin’ for my chips
my cousin died, my n_gga died, so i can’t slip (so i can’t slip)
i told my b_tch ‘fore she go to bed
put on that silk (put on that silk)
can’t buy your dope from me in person, i’m gon’ ship (i’m gon’ ship)
you know this glock on my hip come with hollow tips (brrt)
even though i sip, the doctors told me “do not sip,” but i still sip
i bet you this chopper make you flip
you gon’ still slip (gang, gang, gang)
before i met t_cannon, he was crip, and he still crip
i bust down my ap just like tip, its a field trip (f_ck youngsta)
he say, can’t give a f_ck ’bout what they say
gun smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (hrrrt)
green light, shoot that b_tch while he on red (bow)
psi, he a rat, that’s what i read (gang, gang)
first degree, you know all my opps, they dead (gang)
if they not, swear to god they gon’ be dead
i swear to god!
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