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smoke - daboii lyrics

[hook]
i guess it’s up with n*ggas
i got n*ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n*gga
how many n*ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n*ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n*ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f*ckin witcha
pull out that *shh, bet i’ll hush a n*gga
how the f*ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[verse 1]
first off, it’s sob, b*tch i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
known to keep that strap wherever i go, b*tch i don’t thump with n*ggas
all you lil n*ggas is my sons, but i’m big unc to n*ggas
vroom vroom, get to skunkin n*ggas
pull up on his block and take his strap and get to punkin n*ggas
no, i’m not no fan of n*ggas music, i don’t be bumping n*ggas
but if i see my opp up in the club then i’mma bump the n*gga
i can’t even tell you what we done to n*ggas
if you see me posted on that block, i got a hunnid close
i don’t give a f*ck if he yo brother, i don’t f*ck with bro
posted on the block til it get cold, i got a runny nose
say she gon do everything for me, but she ain’t for me though
you put yo trust up in that b*tch, yeah you a dummy bro
b*tch i don’t wanna have no fun with you, but you could f*ck me though
n*gga asked me if i f*cked this b*tch, nah we just buddies bro
classy b*tch but suck the uh* like she a sl*tty hoe, n*gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n*ggas
i got n*ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n*gga
how many n*ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n*ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n*ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f*ckin witcha
pull out that *shh, bet i’ll hush a n*gga
how the f*ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

[verse 2]
tell em come and get it, or get yo ass got
he was supposed to be my brother until he folded, n*ggas laptops
b*tch i ain’t finna play with no n*gga, i don’t slap box
n*gga keep playing like sh*t a game, til his ass shot
i got that one shh*, drum bigger than some ass shots
yeah, he was the n*gga back then, then he crashed out
hold on, hold on, you can’t call me broke, b*tch i got cash now
i walked up in that club them hoes had tiddies and that ass out
too high, passed out
broke b*tch, cash out
dumb b*tch almost got her lil ass hit, i tried to bag out
before i let him pay me for a feature, check his background
b*tch keep talkin bout that she a stallion, yous a cash cow
i moved out of town for bout a year, but b*tch i’m back round
yeah i can get her wet until it make that cheesy mac sound
bro said he don’t wanna tote the glock, he sending mac rounds
and n*ggas always lying in the booth until them facts out, n*gga
[hook]
i guess it’s up with n*ggas
i got n*ggas that don’t play about me, bet’ not touch a n*gga
how many n*ggas lying in they raps? i know a bunch of n*ggas
grab that “ahh!” or that “buh!” and get to bustin n*ggas
sob the gang, i ain’t f*ckin witcha
pull out that *shh, bet i’ll hush a n*gga
how the f*ck you round that gang? ain’t no muscle in it
heard them n*ggas want smoke, tell em come and get it

- daboii lyrics

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