SMOKE!
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadow boxing
(DXNILKX)
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife?
'Cause that is my hoe
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
Say my name, lil' bitch, do it justice
Fuck this, I'ma go abuse another substance
Cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit
Constant panic on my mind from what I done did
On me, bitch, I got bands in my black jeans
Tight grip, pussy be controlling, she a mad t'ing
Baffling, my haters broke, they say they fasting
All cap, yo' pockets dust, it's embarrassing, yeah
Let me address it, shawty wear that dress just for me, I undress it
She looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive
The way she throw it back is oh-so impressive
Uh, gonna be swinging fists, I'm dangerous to fuck boys
I told him, "Shut the fuck up, I do not wanna hear one noise"
I'm raging in the street with all my goons, we breaking windows
He said his gang outside, you ain't outside, you little bitch hoe
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife?
'Cause that is my hoe
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
(Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)
The special technique of shadow boxing
(DXNILKX)
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife?
'Cause that is my hoe
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
Say my name, lil' bitch, do it justice
Fuck this, I'ma go abuse another substance
Cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit
Constant panic on my mind from what I done did
On me, bitch, I got bands in my black jeans
Tight grip, pussy be controlling, she a mad t'ing
Baffling, my haters broke, they say they fasting
All cap, yo' pockets dust, it's embarrassing, yeah
Let me address it, shawty wear that dress just for me, I undress it
She looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive
The way she throw it back is oh-so impressive
Uh, gonna be swinging fists, I'm dangerous to fuck boys
I told him, "Shut the fuck up, I do not wanna hear one noise"
I'm raging in the street with all my goons, we breaking windows
He said his gang outside, you ain't outside, you little bitch hoe
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife?
'Cause that is my hoe
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low
'Cause he don't want smoke
(Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan R Yampolski, Cairo Weir, Yuriy Danilyuk
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