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smokin - fwz lyrics

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(a yo how i feel right now, i feel real wavy)

(real greezy)

(a yo staten island stand up!)

(hahaaaaa)

(mad i’m a jackboy)

(a yo they thought they lost me…)

(a yo you thought you was gonna get by?)

(and if a nickel bag sold in the park, i want in you hurd!)

yeaahhhh!!!

(i know you mad i’m a jackboy)

my n*ggas they wit that
enough wit the chit chat (wah)
started that
get back
reflex twist caps (get back)
my n*ggas did that (did that)
ain’t got ask
its a big fact (big fact)

who da f*ck you n*gggas think you moving?
better not slip
i’m coming out booming

rico slide, (bop bop) come out shooting
choppa sit sideways
not from houston (yeah)

(blow a check out)

pop two in him
lil b*st*rd slide, i’m on ya (where he go?)
keep f*cking round, cutting corners (corners)
my hitters to the left of me, goners (goners)

hoping up inside ya grill (whoa)
rewire his whole jibs
peeta inside da crib (yo where it at)
buck 80 the bridge (vroooom)
care if you got kids
n*gga that’s big
invisible sh*t
look how you p*ssy
we real as get
goonies, we pull up in whips
squeezing the sig (bop)
you know we did but huh (blddddd.)

cop come we pleading the 5th (yeahhhh!)
barrel inside the clip
empty the clip
reload the grip

back on the strip
stacking up chip
coach say he want brick

(say he want wahhhhh?)

hommie smoking
run up on me
know i’m holding
automatic flowing (uh)
in the streets, look, how it’s going (yeah)
(like that)

drive the whip like it stolen (yeah)
give the finger to y’all be knowing
cause you, cause you can’t hold me (nope)
fuse gotta be blowing

uhhhhhhh

look how i dodge an i dip

dodge then i dipped
(pass me my cup baby)

look how i dodged an i dip
when i, come up
on the strip
look how i dodge an i dip
(f*cking with a pimp you hurd)

moving like a pimp

with a pocket full of chips right?

slumped in the vee
you don’t want it wit thee
keep the 40 on me
for em nuts in a tree

better run wit ya gee
everything i dump
you n*ggas can keep
ripping threw sheets

who sick wit the beats?
(who sick wit the beats?)
(you?) ight, come here man
hit that n*gga in his dm (that’s right)
tell em give it to me

(yeahhhh)

booming
shooting
looting
cruising

look at sh*t an how it moving (hahaaa)
now we wining
see you loosing
brand coupe (uh, let’s go)
got his boo in

know we grippy what is doing (what is you doing)
1 false move, have l.o put two in
know he on a tee shirt
printing, brewing…
32, patrick ewing

hommie smoking (uh, yeah)
run up on me
know i’m holding
automatic flowing (uh)
in the streets, look, how it’s going (yeah)

(like that)

drive the whip like it stolen (yeah)
give the finger to y’all be knowing
cause you, cause you can’t hold me (nope)
fuse gotta be blowing

uhhhhhhh

(gotta hit me with the cha*cha now)

- fwz lyrics

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