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kodak black – who want smoke (remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: nardo wick]
i’m wakin’ up
sliim beats

[verse 1: kodak black]
young n_gga, i got old cash, now i got new money
i don’t like to do no f_cking interviews, i be in the room mumblin’
dissing on the ‘gram, but when i see him, i’ma have dude runnin’
ain’t too many n_ggas around this b_tch steppin’, so they know who done it
everywhere i go i got my tec and that’s a bet, even on b_e_t
i don’t care ’bout this cheque, i’m living wreck, i be on pcp
they know i’m that n_gga, f_ck them issues, they wanna team with me
once you say it’s up, my n_gga’s up ’cause it could be this week
thuggin’ hard, ak’s and ar’s in the muscle cars
f_ck the blogs, f_ck this music sh_t ’cause i be bussin’ fraud
i’m a bulldozer, make a n_gga scoot ovеr, b_tch, i run my section
and you ain’t gotta like me, you ain’t еven gotta respect me, just don’t disrespect me
postin’ gun, rappin’ ’bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass
playin’ dumb, actin’ like i’m slow just to see who fast
lil’ n_gga but i make ’em take me serious like i’m six feet nine
better stay far away and keep security ’cause i’m on your line
f_ck with mine, you know bullets flyin’, you know mommas cryin’
f_ck these diamonds get in that attire when it’s huntin’ time
n_gga tryna to come up off my shine, n_gga, you know he dyin’
they’ll be hollering, rip that guy, he was on the rise
[bridge: kodak black]
all my snipers clap
i don’t like to rap
who gon’ f_ck with yak?
i k!lled eight n_ggas

[verse 2: chief keef]
young n_gga, i got new cash, i got old cash
godd_mn, it’s the goat, man, it’s the goat, man
fed ask where the pole at, we don’t show that
pig ask where the dope at, can’t disclose that
b_tch, i got a fresh gross pack and you know that
hunnid k up in my coat pocket on the coat rack
pretty chocolate b_tch so black, got her soul sn_tched (dududuh)
broski in here baggin’ a book up, told him close that
almighty don’t like n0body, b_tch, you know that
p_ssy postin’ ’em d_mn old racks, boy them throwbacks
run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the doormat
broski in here countin’ a book up, tryna close that
beat ’em up, we gave his nose back with a ice pack
better thank me, i gave his life back with a life hack
if i go to jail, i’ll get kites and send ’em right back
like my daddy, i’ll be right back, i’ll be right back
french ass boys, i think they like me, think they like me (like me)
yellow b_tch, she light the room up, ’cause she lightskin
told me she don’t wanna go nowhere, i’m excitin’
the sh_lls in this d_mn new choppa look like ice picks
baby said i light the room up, but i’m dark skin
in the raq, hit the block fast, get yo’ car spit
swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar sh_t
hit yo’ block, we don’t hit walmart’s, we hit targets
chief sosa on some big sh_t, that’s some hard sh_t
draco with the big wood on it, on some court sh_t
pull up, chop yo’ d_mn block up, now you’re porky
no, i ain’t got no horses but i got porsches
f_ck yo’ mom, i’m in that b_tch, should’ve had abortion
little ass n_gga, i can take him like some courses
thank god i was fortunate to have a fortune (money)
how the f_ck the desert eagle kick like a horse kick? (money gang baby)
[outro: chief keef]
what the f_ck they know? (dududuh)
trappin’ in front of that f_ckin’ store (dududuh)
with a stick tryna buss a n_gga (bang)
yeah (ayy)

- kodak black

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