Who Want Smoke Songtext
von Wiz
Who Want Smoke Songtext
They don′t want the smoke them sucks broke and they a bitch
Keep running they mouth thats the S*** that gets you hit
Playing all them games they acting tuff and then they switch
We ain't do the Capp′n we too busy getting rich
They don't want the smoke
Suckas soft and they broke
They don't want the smoke
Suckas mad and they broke
Im in the cut smoking za up out the pack
And them sucks looking at me and i know they big mad
They know the deal
Back and fourth up out the state
Had to go and get a plate
Ya I know them sucks fake
And lets be real
Did this shit with out a deal
Yea we been getting Money I just don′t know how to feel
And lets be real
No they never in the field
Had my foot up on the neck
Until my brother told me chill
And lets be real
They be lying in they lines
Saying they never see me
Really I ain′t hard to find
Lets be real
All that s*** is All Cap
I ain't fucking with them haters
And u know that s**** a wrap
What the deal
Now they banging on the door
In my head like what the f***
And now they yelling open up
Like whats the deal
Got my hand on my strap
While counting on the stacks
I got this baddie in my lap
This s*** for real
Thats how it go up in the trap
F****** on this lil Baddie
Hit shat s*** up From The back
What the drill
And they all coming strapped
And you know I′m spitting facts
They sending shots we send em back
Keep running they mouth thats the S*** that gets you hit
Playing all them games they acting tuff and then they switch
We ain't do the Capp′n we too busy getting rich
They don't want the smoke
Suckas soft and they broke
They don't want the smoke
Suckas mad and they broke
Im in the cut smoking za up out the pack
And them sucks looking at me and i know they big mad
They know the deal
Back and fourth up out the state
Had to go and get a plate
Ya I know them sucks fake
And lets be real
Did this shit with out a deal
Yea we been getting Money I just don′t know how to feel
And lets be real
No they never in the field
Had my foot up on the neck
Until my brother told me chill
And lets be real
They be lying in they lines
Saying they never see me
Really I ain′t hard to find
Lets be real
All that s*** is All Cap
I ain't fucking with them haters
And u know that s**** a wrap
What the deal
Now they banging on the door
In my head like what the f***
And now they yelling open up
Like whats the deal
Got my hand on my strap
While counting on the stacks
I got this baddie in my lap
This s*** for real
Thats how it go up in the trap
F****** on this lil Baddie
Hit shat s*** up From The back
What the drill
And they all coming strapped
And you know I′m spitting facts
They sending shots we send em back
Writer(s): Steven Wyrzykowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com