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smoke - cae cartier lyrics

[intro]
hold on, make sure the camera clear
n*ggas talkin’ bout they want some smoke, we give out cancer here
switches on my glizzies, [?] tension in this atmosphere
told me she gon’ leave, well you can go b*tch ain’t no [?] here
hold on, new glock, mask on, b*tch you know you pass wrong
this blunt taste like a dead n*gga, try boy, this gas strong (fsst)
they say rap n*ggas be b*tches, well, this may just be my last song
if you ain’t tryna f*ck why you pull up b*tch, get your ass on (go)

[verse 1]
heard he was a threat, ok, come bring your block in here (c’mon)
all my n*ggas recklеss, raise your hand if you got opps in here
tryna gеt ’em, back on instagram, you know i’m blocked on there
imma cut up both my eyes before you see me drop a tear
’bout a b*tch, switch, hit*miss, tristan walk in here
she gon’ miss this, if you sorry gimmie top in here (bow)
trap ’em in a box, back to you opps, i feel like i’m guap in here (brr)
i feel like lil flocka here, i feel like i’m tupac in here
i know she gon’ tell it, pushin’ p, can oversell it
can’t wait to sacrifice one of you n*ggas like i’m melly
i can’t drop the dot, i told her pull up to the [?] (huh)
f*ck that b*tch i got up on my sh*t, what can you tell me?
[chorus]
young n*gga, please don’t make me pay one of my young n*ggas
not a sound, knock ’em down, drum triggers
they gave me game now i can run with it
ain’t no back and forth he say “is up on cae”, what’s [?] to talk about (go)

[verse 2]
he said “is up on cae” n*gga you dead, i’m tryna put a ’50 on his top and buss his head
im tryna bless the hoe and put her on, but she keep [?] like she scared, she text my phone i left that stupid b*tch on read
cut all my heart i don’t need no love, snakes up in my grass i see your cobra (huh, huh)
hit ’em with that pm i just make his belly fold up
[?] got my neck and ice just froze up
got this groupie b*tches walkin’ with their nose up

[chorus]
hold up, young n*gga, huh, please don’t make me pay one of my young n*ggas
not a sound, knock ’em down, drum triggers
they gave me game now i can run with it
ain’t no back and forth he say “is up on cae”, what’s [?] to talk about (talk about)

- cae cartier lyrics

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