Текст песни All Da Smoke (Mixed) - Future
You
it,
I'm
it,
everybody
it
We
want
all
the
smoke
We
want
all
the
smoke
We
want
all
the
smoke
We
want
all
the
smoke,
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)
Dolce,
Rollie,
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
woop)
I'm
superior,
I'm
imperial,
I
ain't
feelin'
you
(Ooh)
I
could
eat
me
some
heroin
or
buy
a
brick
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
got
Barry
Bonds
on
my
wrist
(Yeah)
Blowed
your
college
fund
(Where?),
on
my
bitch
(Woo,
woo)
Out
the
slums,
taking
a
chance,
toting
tommy
guns
(Brrt)
Left
out
of
school,
started
selling
rocks,
bought
me
a
drop
(Skrrt)
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
(Facts)
We
had
the
bando
goin'
crazy
in
the
SWAT's
(In
the
where?)
Ten-four,
they
runnin'
up
on
all
the
opps
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
for
a
Bentley
truck,
yeah
yeah
Take
the
factories
off
and
go'n
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
(Let
go)
Music
all
in
my
ears
(Yeah),
instruments
in
my
ears
(What)
I'm
in
the
backyard
feeding
deers
(Then
what?)
I'm
in
a
penthouse
poppin'
seals
(Then
what?)
I
got
pom-poms
in
my
rear
(Woo)
Chanel
CoCo
in
my
dear
(CoCo)
I
missed
a
couple
shows
for
my
deal
If
I
could
take
it
back
I
will
(If
I
could
take
it
back
on
'em)
And
don't
you
take
that
to
the
head
(No)
You
know
I
got
you
in
my
will
(Yeah)
Told
big
dawg
bring
the
bricks
in
Got
a
hundred
more
at
the
crib
(Ayy)
Make
the
dope
do
the
windmill
(Yeah)
Nigga
swing
through
at
your
wheels
(Brrt)
They
done
quoted
two
on
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
dark
brown
like
Budweiser
(Like
Budweiser)
Count
a
half
a
mil
with
my
bitch,
now
her
feelings
sloppy
(Yeah,
yeah)
Came
up
out
the
projects,
ain't
have
shit,
yeah
(On
God)
I
wiped
a
nigga
nose
for
a
ticket
(Slime)
Hit
it
from
the
back
(Yeah)
Make
her
say
slime,
say
slatt
(Yeah,
yeah)
How
you
dig
that?
Whipped
up
the
fish
Parkay
and
got
racks,
ayy
We
want
all
the
smoke
We
want
all
the
smoke
(Yeah)
We
want
all
the
smoke
(Yeah)
We
want
all
the
smoke
(Yeah)
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
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