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no smoke - schy west lyrics

take your baby then woah
this your lady i know
ain’t your lady no more

let me set this sh-t straight man
talk how i wanna talk
i should call em sharmin cause these boys be acting ultra soft
y’all ain’t got no hard sh-t
cause you ain’t been through hardships
face -ss, always late to your kmart shifts
tell em that over it
i’m prolly thinking bout the biggest bag and fastest route
or how that -ss is so d-mn fat in fashion nova sh-t
maybe i’m the coldest kid
i could do the shows on road
hope you know they still listen to my older sh-t

none of family is getting touched
cause like a natural disaster i will erupt
treat her like clyde with bonnie
i’m keeping her right beside me
she give me that sloppy toppy
it’s right when the bed is rocking
now baby give me sp-ce i need to breathe
i’ve never seen anybody exceed this
being such a good actor i make her leave
i’ll be calling your mami up when i need this

p-ssing up the blunt and only hitting on the pen
they don’t really want smoke
(they don’t really want smoke)
always trynna scr-p but that thing in my hip
they don’t really want smoke
(they don’t really want smoke)
i done learned that all you n-ggas do is talk a lot
a wanna be me would never last in my spot
it’s always on sight but never name a time and place
cause they don’t really wanna smoke
(they don’t really want smoke, no)

boys so far behind they think that they’re first
the worst curse comes from frat universe not quenching their thirst
so pull up the he-rs-
i’m putting em down
and the claiming the crown
but as i go to act it had came to me first
i got em mad shook
heard the boy be giving out more problems than a math book
vaporizing lames putting names in a scr-pbook
wonder where your homie went?
we put him in a backwood
should call it a ratwood
i’m p-ssing bodies on bodies
i guess i’m that good
i disembody a copy
you n-ggas act hood
or is it just me?
man it must be
y’all don’t really want smoke n-gga trust me

(they don’t really want smoke, no)
(they don’t really want smoke, no)
(they don’t really want-)
they don’t really want-)
(they don’t really want smoke, no)

f-ck it man we had to change the beat up
unpredictable
starting to think it’s getting too habitual
treat it like a ritual too
an original tun-
hold up hold up, what you say?
“we want something new”
okay.
how you want the smoke when you be tweaking off the epen
say you want the beef but when we meet they going vegan
playing too much madden thinking teams are f-cking even
i got reck and ty
plus some doors we bout to breach in
3 f-cking legends they dripping from head to toe
telling all the followers to climb this thick rope
as soon as they’re up close
i’m choking em by their throat
cause trust is a sick b-tch
and backwards like pick 6
so turn up your sixth sense
and feel it like pick rick
the losers will die trying
to make all the paste fit
got a foot up on their necks
and we do it in sick kicks

- schy west lyrics

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