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got smoke - 150 lyrics

[intro: jboy]
if i get me a box of dark
f*ck the techs i’ll still sell it out
all my bruddas know what i’m on
name’s jugg and i’ve been about
get the drop, it ain’t nuttin’ long
pullin’ up and we take him out
i was kickin’ ball with my dogs
’till i built me a paper route

[verse 1: jboy]
there were days when i never had sh*t
bro drop that scarf, no hand me down
i was low and i needed dough
he was takin’ trips and he brought me out
came a long way from doin’ up gang
put opps before my pounds
hoppin’ out and sh*t turn hong kong
ching the opps and that’s any how
got*got smoke?
i told you my brudda
tell your bredrins drop, roll
on sale for my brudda
shots go
score goals in your brudda
they be seein’ pop
hoes like we play golf with your brudda
like he came close to turnin’ ghost
that was all for the actin’
they try score goals but hit the post
they ain’t made for the matches (d*ckheads)
late nights we were vampin’
we ain’t posted up just to stamp him
get back’s, man, catch him, catch him
young ball fell in love with the action
young ball fell in love with drama
said he wanna go back like karma
swear ‘dam, let me bill up on the mad ting
ever since he done smoke marajuana

[chorus: jboy]
got*got smoke?
i told you my brudda
tell your bredrins drop, roll
on sale for my brudda

[verse 2: jboy]
she feelin’ my body and she tek body she ain’t my body
my younger no cruddy, dirty like muddy tryna get money
streets are all funny, with my cartel we doin’ up gully
i’m rollin’ with biggs, we handlin’ bis, yo pass me that skully
summertime, new summer fine
i’m not gonna lie but i fancy
all your curves and you puttin’ work and i can never make you my plan b
i’m on the jugg and i’ll be right back
to do whatever ting that you fancy
from the jump and you heard me
picture perfect, no banksy
no talkin’ ting
manna boy on things
and he also young
he a smart big kid

[chorus: jboy]
got*got smoke?
i told you my brudda
tell your bredrins drop, roll
on sale for my brudda

[verse 2: tookie]
ad, that’s us, us
but gang, that’s gbg
[?] suttin’ got*got on the radio
watch that sh*t on bbc
i’ve done it on my ones, two’s and three’s
this beef is peak so please believe
you should do it so easily
and, ever so frequently
man you shoulda been there in the first place
spin two tryna blow like birthday
he got*got on a sat*rday night and he didn’t wake up for a couple of thursdays
worse way, hurts that the campaign works
so he pulls man’s journey, push it in jerseys
real talk, i don’t know mate
when they go on there then you know man’s wordplay
lady, lady, the wood been crazy
blade at home cah the s like wavey
weighty, cakey, this crisp not flakey
i’ve been puttin’ hands on dough like bakery
ride and facety, rate me, rate me
now it makes sense why all of dem hate me
give him one for the gravy
we lost that point but he still got shavey

[bridge: tookie and jboy]
man you shoulda been there in the first place
spin two tryna blow like birthday
he got*got on a sat*rday night and he didn’t wake up for a couple of thursdays
worse way, hurts that the campaign works
so he pulls man’s journey, push it in jerseys
real talk, i don’t know mate
when they go on there then you know man’s wordplay
like he came close to turnin’ ghost
that was all for the actin’
they try score goals but hit the post
they ain’t made for the matches (d*ckheads)
late nights we were vampin’
we ain’t posted up just to stamp him
get back’s, man, catch him, catch him
young ball fell in love with the action

[outro: jboy]
she feelin’ my body and she tek body she ain’t my body
my younger no cruddy, dirty like muddy tryna get money
streets are all funny, with my cartel we doin’ up gully
i’m rollin’ with biggs, we handlin’ bis, yo pass me that skully

- 150 lyrics

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