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no savage – smoke (original) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
uh
b_tch, mob
mob
uh
uh
uh, uh, uh (i ain’t doin’ no bluffin’)
uh, mob, uh
double r produced it

[verse]
he come sit at the [?] and blow up the show
can’t f_ck with a b_tch who will never say no
b_tch we grew up with smoke can’t trap out a stove
when we run off the hill everybody gotta pole
when the yo get the blow make the whole hood get it low
they say hip off this fully b_tch you better pick_and_roll
i dropped out of school i ain’t graduate
i don’t wan’t the coke from the n_gga ’cause he usin’ heavy bake
i could wake up a hood with the drac’ i’ma show i don’t drac’ shake
n_gga you don’t want this to hit you in your face
i’m advisin’ these n_ggas to stay in they place
i’ma pay what i want make ’em spin everyday
got the young n_ggas hot because i just bought two drac’s
drac’ to the face leave a f_ck_n_gga two_faced
b_tch took the bootup she been up for days
she been f_ckin’ for money i got her a raise
uh, mob, i cool in the club with the tool out
uh, back in the day i was trappin’ ain’t go to no school i’m sittin’ outside, the school out
you in the way better move out
i’m tryna groove in a n_gga b_tch mouth like a root c_n_l
i seen his face on that list he a pedophile
weird_ass n_gga like why would you f_ck a child? b_tch (huh?)
10k in a day i could do it from trappin’
5k every month that’s just rappin’
that was only four singles imagine this album
still sellin’ the powder and stackin’ the chowder
want to know what i got b_tch look at my bodies
rock it up in the [?] i don’t think about stylin’
got the money to show for the sh_t that i’m rappin’
uh, got the money to show for the sh_t that i’m rappin’
b_tch_ass n_ggas be cappin’
say that they trappin’ but that n_gga hustlin’ backwards
he try to run up on me, i hit a shot out the stick and i blow him backwards
i’m puttin’ a spank on a peezy, that mean if you up the road i’m tryna tax you
uh, uh, my mother ain’t know i grow up the devil
scars on my face, glock and a sword in my hand, i’m tryna step like a rebel
blood been drawn, no we ain’t callin’ it quits, we gon’ be steppin’ forever
loyalty real, that mean if you tryna spin, we gon’ be steppin’ together, b_tch, uh b_tch
just show me a rapper that’s better than savage
[?] k!ll my opponent and i had to smash him
he was with me and switched to get you n_ggas crashin’
still go meet the plug with the sticky in the pan
i was movin’ out of bounds had the sticky in my hand
and this sh_t for whoever but i want my man
but f_ck it i’m droppin’ ’cause he think i’m playin’
i’m not no regular rapper i’m really on go
for saying i’m scared i’m k!lling you slow
get over top leave smoke in his coat
n_gga grew up close left smoke in his holes
boostin’ the murder rate shootin’ like pros
snake out whoever don’t stick to the code
she diggin’ for d_ck she ain’t diggin’ for gold
that’s why i never put trust in these hoes
i ain’t givin’ her d_ck ’cause i don’t want her moan, you know i rather put d_ck in her throat
she gave me the head while i’m off the ‘trone, you know that sh_t was murder she wrote
i’m stirrin’ the pot in a burberry coat
i’m prayin’ to god that i don’t get smoked
but i don’t give a f_ck ’cause i’m clutchin’ this pole
deep in this sh_t i’ll sn_tch me a soul, b_tch, mob
[outro]
double r produced it

- no savage

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