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You it, I'm it, everybody it We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want, I want smoke We want all the smoke Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice We leaning, facts Yeah Slatt Stackin' it tall (Thugger) Every nigga out my city became a boss (became) Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo) Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let's go) Green and white like Celtics, don't play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo) I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh) I been eatin' me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah) I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah) Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo) Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt) Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt) Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god) Homicide gang, they gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide) Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts) My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks) We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what?) Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps Letras de canciones We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah) We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah) We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah) We want all the smoke (huh) This money turning me on, ayy This money turning me on (on, turn me on) I'm thinkin' out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone Woo, far gone, I'm so gone on it Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah Having a private party, you know how that go Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears I'm in the backyard feeding deers, I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill I missed a couple shows for my deal If I could take it back I will And don't you take that to the hat You know I got you in my will Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib Make the dope do the windmill Nigga swing through Actavis In a corner too, I'm killed And I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayy I told my bitch, no more ass shots She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic time My diamonds go around like Budweiser Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy Came up out the projects, ain't have shit (on god) I wiped a nigga's nose for a ticket (slime) Hit it from the back (kill it) Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it) How you dig that? Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke We want all the smoke From Letras Mania