Smoke
کاور آهنگ Smoke از Gucci Mane

Smoke

Wilt Chamberlain (Pt. 3)۱۳۹۴۱:۳۳

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Gucci

So Icey

So Icey

2Hunnit

Willy the Kid

Yeah, yeah

So Icey, baby

Willy the Kid

So Icey

Willy the Kid, baby

It's official

It's Gucci, nigga

2Hunnit

Yeah

So Icey, baby

2Hunnit

2Hunnit

2Hunnit

2Hunnit

2Hunnit

2Hunnit

A cocaina cowboy, got ounces in my house boy

Bricks stashed in the basement, case of drought I bring em out boy

And I wipe you out boy, without leaving my house boy

You remember that before you open up your mouth boy

Your woman give me nice jaw, say that you's her boy toy

She just give me light jaw, treat her like you like her

Breaking down ten bales of kush, I think I need a lighter

Pulled up in my Spyker, but rolled off in my Spyder

Thinking like a miser, I'm active like a tiger

Twenty bales a show, your nigga eight fifty an hour

Gucci Mane and Willy Kid, you silly bitch you stupidest

Critics tried to rate this shit, affiliate the animals

So Icey the cannibals, I pistol whip your manager

Scratch off in a Challenger, vacation in Cancun

Drop this shit like dinosaurs, forty hoes rolled up real pretty

All them bitches gotta go

I stepped up my visual, more diamonds than your jeweler

Gucci Mane, So Icey, got more diamonds than a jeweler store

More diamonds than a jewelry store

Gucci

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

I take advantage, make a body vanish

Then I vanish and I vanquish, my white boys in Kansas

Got choppers for the low, we moving snow, avalanches

Never folding like a pamphlet, I'm flicking like it's dandruff

Controlled like damage

Catch me on a yacht, sleeping good on a hammock

But hood like a sugar sandwich

Put a bandage on my cuts, VVS man

I put a bullet in you, and man your yes man

It's Willy the Kid, I'm a decorated soldier

And I'm stacking bills like Ozma

Vaseline and Folgers, kerosene and lota

Brown paper bag cash money like it's Krogers

Hood stockholders, stashing, never visit the banks much

I put y'all niggas in the paint like a paint brush

Me and Gucci, we roll like sushi

Bubble like Jacuzzis, closet full of Coogi motherfucker

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

That smoke ain't worth it fool

Keep it cool

If you do hide your plate cause we gon' eat your food

I got some niggas, I swear, come up out these cuts in groups

They ain't wearing jerseys but they came out to your court to shoot

You don't want that smoke boy

I got that choke smoke

Your throat hear the shots

You don't believe me, nigga watch

See that's how niggas die

Trying to know who and why

You got it missing, screwed a lot

You the reason your whole crew got popped

Pop the Ruger top

Trove half this nigga head off his brain

Sendin' him like it's in a drop

I'm riding hollow tips, but them ain't spinning days

I keep smoke around me, like I'm Sammy Davis

The kush smoking got a nigga looking half Asian

Rolled it up on Candler, hit 20 doing eighty

Seem like these niggas hating, since I'm affiliated

I throw them E's and them A's just to initiate it

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga

You talking money nigga

You talking hoes nigga

You talking dope nigga

You don't want no smoke nigga