paroles de chanson Smoke(D) - Gos G

(Smoke)
(Smoke)
(Smoke)
(Smoke)

Talking all that lil' tuff talk like
You really bout' to blow yo stick
Just know my niggas in the field
No, we aint on that kitty shit

Dont think you can run away from this tool boy
I gotta test out my new toy
Dont fuck with the fakes
You a lame boy
Its gon' put you in the sky boy

I've been moving clueless, yuh
Kitty got me stupid, yuh
Toolie finna mess you up
I dont think you want smoke with us!

Bout that smoke!
Put the knife to your throat
I could drop you my lo
But I know you gon' fold

I'm up i'm on a mission, aye
Dont be scared if I come up missin' aye
I be[en] all bout' this smoke night and day
All that chitter-chatter, but he ain't gon' spray

All smoke you could get it any day
If he gon' talk don't talk up on my name
Speed racer don't get up in my lane
Pull up and don't show no shame

Gas pack you gon' be in my lungs
Big gas, only smokin' them runtz
Put him on a plate, eat him for lunch
Go eats filet mingnon

When i'm done tell me what you learned
You heard
Cus' he got pushed to the curb

Talking all that lil' tuff talk like
You really bout' to blow yo stick
Just know my niggas in the field
No, we aint on that kitty shit

Dont think you can run away from this tool boy
I gotta test out my new toy
Dont fuck with the fakes
You a lame boy
Its gon' put you in the sky boy