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(Intro) Yalready know It’s Puffy Le Smoke And I’m ready to go Ready to go (Verse) I’m Puffy Le Smoke and I'm ready to go Cop me a ounce and I’m ready to blow Black nigga flying, so call me a crow Forever been clever and bitch you should know Sick of me bro, and they wanting my spot Cause they give what they got and they see that I'm hot But I do what I do, I completed my part Now I'm onto this part cause she calling me pop. No, you don't wanna hear a weed song! About the kind of Gs that I beez on Now a nigga quick to put his fucking team on it And I climb the tower like King Kong Sometimes I stop and think if a nigga really is balling Then I smoke a blunt because a brainstorm My best role, my mind is clouded, I feel it in my veins My adrenaline increasing ‘Cause this is the season, The chains and we bees in the game Letras de cancionesNiggas be paying their fees They seein I’m getting the fame and I’m flankin them Man, my mind’s on a plane And me, I fall from the same But we say we gon change ‘Cause this is the struggle and that day they’ll finally run me These niggas is lame Yea speak of my name But I’m payin no mind though ‘Cause hatin niggas and fuck boys That shit I ain’t got no time for Bad hoes get combo, me I’m a king like lino And I stride forward My girl will the best, but nigga what the fuck is you tryin for? (Hook) Man, motherfuck your team (your team) And motherfuck your clique (your clique) I came here with my homies, dawg, And we worked hard for this shit Now I rock shows and they're sold out And them hoes out with their toes out And I went pro from day one And your whole team got no skulls! (Verse) Bitch, check the flow! Word around town nigga extra cold Even give a fuck when yo nigga was broke Now you wanna try yo luck You don’t touch me though Oh, that's your hoe right next to bro Declassify it like man did Smoking weed where the turn up is We hoppin for it like Ted did And I left this movement That all you motherfuckers wanna groove with And I came in to give 2 shits And I paper weight for this cool shit And I wrote this, stupid And you sit still like you still a kid They wonder how I do this ‘Cause I have something to go prove, bitch Rose from the dead like a new bitch With a new whip and a new bitch And a new fit, and a new clique ‘Cause that’s just how I do this Just Puffy Le Smoke and I’m right out my clothes And that’s how I go, steer ahead of you folks This is my life and I thought I control it If you didn’t my nigga, then now you should know You was quitin and I had the struggle to grow But sit in my room an just work on my flows My money look poor then my face is important And that is the proof for the work that is shown Bleed from my pen and I write from the soul Pull out that blade and I spark up the trol Niggas don’t hate me, now already know And if that is just right Just let it be known that I’m crown bound, It’s my sound that I found You can’t get, this my shit I practice I’m active til I’m rich I bull’s eye like I’m shootin team And I killed this shit, you just flew in While rollin up that good weed Just blowned off and get 2 things (Hook) Man, motherfuck your team (your team) And motherfuck your clique (your clique) I came here with my homies, dawg, And we worked hard for this shit Now I rock shows and they're sold out And them hoes out with their toes out Aye who are we? We the Nation Gs And we gon rise against all doubts, bitch. From Letras Mania