Don't Smoke Blacks
She want me to wait, hold on
But I don't got time for that, yeah
I only got time for racks, yeah
And the whip it's matte, it's black, yeah
Fit is black to match, yeah
We cannot match with blacks, yeah
Only smoking exotic-
We only smoke on exotic
I took a bad bitch right out the projects
I can't fuck, too busy on projects
I can't fuck, little baby I'm locked in
Shorty give me that phone, unlock it
And she giving me calls I be dodging
I can't wait for you I'm not Maajins
I put ice on my dogs like Häagen
Just look at the money I'm piling
You telling me one thing, then you go do another thing
Tell me why is you bluffing?
If he fussing, you know we got to deal with it
All my niggas they gun sling
Fussing
Niggas they deal with it
Gun sling
Woah, Woah
Shawty be doing the most, yeah
My niggas be doing the most, yeah
But I really be doing the most, yeah
Glock turn that boy to a ghost, yeah
I'm swinging that pole with no holster
My niggas put you on a poster
M4 on my back like a soldier
M4 on my back like a soldier
Just look at my chain, that's golden
Put me in the jam, no folding
I'm the youngest to do it like Goten
That little nigga a sheep, I'm a goat then
Pop a thirty that bitch got me floating
Pop a what, pop a what
I just might, cop a truck
Yeah the rolls, or the Bentley
She a hoe, she too friendly
She a hoe, off the henny
She a hoe, for the pennies
I still love her tho, no Demi
I loved you once, I can't do it twice
I won't even lie
She want me to wait, hold on
But I don't got time for that, yeah
I only got time for racks, yeah
And the whip it's matte, it's black, yeah
Fit is black to match, yeah
We cannot match with blacks, yeah
Only smoking exotic-
We only smoke on exotic
I took a bad bitch right out the projects
I can't fuck, too busy on projects
I can't fuck, little baby I'm locked in
Shorty give me that phone, unlock it
And she giving me calls I be dodging
I can't wait for you I'm not Maajins
I put ice on my dogs like Häagen
Just look at the money I'm piling
You telling me one thing, then you go do another thing
Tell me why is you bluffing?
If he fussing, you know we got to deal with it
All my niggas they gun sling
But I don't got time for that, yeah
I only got time for racks, yeah
And the whip it's matte, it's black, yeah
Fit is black to match, yeah
We cannot match with blacks, yeah
Only smoking exotic-
We only smoke on exotic
I took a bad bitch right out the projects
I can't fuck, too busy on projects
I can't fuck, little baby I'm locked in
Shorty give me that phone, unlock it
And she giving me calls I be dodging
I can't wait for you I'm not Maajins
I put ice on my dogs like Häagen
Just look at the money I'm piling
You telling me one thing, then you go do another thing
Tell me why is you bluffing?
If he fussing, you know we got to deal with it
All my niggas they gun sling
Fussing
Niggas they deal with it
Gun sling
Woah, Woah
Shawty be doing the most, yeah
My niggas be doing the most, yeah
But I really be doing the most, yeah
Glock turn that boy to a ghost, yeah
I'm swinging that pole with no holster
My niggas put you on a poster
M4 on my back like a soldier
M4 on my back like a soldier
Just look at my chain, that's golden
Put me in the jam, no folding
I'm the youngest to do it like Goten
That little nigga a sheep, I'm a goat then
Pop a thirty that bitch got me floating
Pop a what, pop a what
I just might, cop a truck
Yeah the rolls, or the Bentley
She a hoe, she too friendly
She a hoe, off the henny
She a hoe, for the pennies
I still love her tho, no Demi
I loved you once, I can't do it twice
I won't even lie
She want me to wait, hold on
But I don't got time for that, yeah
I only got time for racks, yeah
And the whip it's matte, it's black, yeah
Fit is black to match, yeah
We cannot match with blacks, yeah
Only smoking exotic-
We only smoke on exotic
I took a bad bitch right out the projects
I can't fuck, too busy on projects
I can't fuck, little baby I'm locked in
Shorty give me that phone, unlock it
And she giving me calls I be dodging
I can't wait for you I'm not Maajins
I put ice on my dogs like Häagen
Just look at the money I'm piling
You telling me one thing, then you go do another thing
Tell me why is you bluffing?
If he fussing, you know we got to deal with it
All my niggas they gun sling
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