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come again - smoke boys lyrics

[verse 1-swift]
dem man hating
different brucky i oot man blatant
different ucky i left her faces
different country boomed these jamaicans
kentucky i drew at mans canepit
her ucky was sick and i rate it
shots burn n-ggas swerve like matrix
free t i ain’t seen him in ages
team squeeze my team n-gga rate dis
monkey with the humpy on a ape ting
the cops on man are time wasting
squeeze section boy band entertainment
free my brothers in cages
the good guys don’t rate them
mike with the sword like jason
4 4s going at those like satan

[verse 2-sleeks]
had p’s and i spent it
played with t–th like a dentist
you see young sleeks my apprentice
he made ot trips in kentish
my clothes amnesia scented
i got dough but i keep on spending
talkin bout you move o’s you pretending
still stacking that green like benches
roll round tryna get p’s, won’t put
my feet up till i’m on ten bricks
been on a beamer but it’s rented
my phone pops coz i sent out texes
free rocks coz he’s doing his sentence
f-ck feds tryna lock my bredrins
ain’t tryna have marche ain’t stressing
so i’m in the ends tryna get that bread in

[verse 3-deepee]
they, love the way that i’m coming in
i stepped in suede i ain’t running in
i still get paid like f-ck a friend
and if they hating i ain’t hating i don’t f-ck with them
i got mates in the road but a couple friends
you’ll get baked in the road if you trouble them
nuff hate for the hoes i ain’t cuffed with them
no way won’t trouble them
been through nuff of them
still know some of them
won’t clog none of them
moves i’ve run in them
cheese been pluggin them
squeeze too won’t throw man one of them
be rude imma tell man come again

[verse 4-littlez]
but they thinking about i’ve been there when i done that
now i’m tryna get hundreds, thousands
tryna find where them funds at
been slinging off from way back
most these n-ggas weren’t on that
what they know bout grind?
ain’t switched of the line
cats begging man come back
its been real i was trapped in a jail
now i’m trapped in a trap
3,6 o’s in a rucksack
cutting down green like a lumber jack
put them white packs like tick tacks
now reffering with the work
run throught that
now i got a peng ting blowing on me
when i’m laid back blowing my ganja pack

[verse 5-knine]
hands in the water hoping i’ll wash my sins away
shotty hand from my hip to my feet
that pump all cleared away
wanna see sunshine?
my way round here the skies are gray
put bands out fast
and i see them gone at the same pace
you ain’t lived life hard
wanna go through my bad days?
i’ll net a c size
robbing oz’s in my bare face
them shots start booming
making n-ggas think is a earthquake
from my bros and my cuz
then i swear i’ll make that your worst day

[verse 6-reekosqueeze]
been involved in the smoke coz i had to
that’s your own move but i never backed you
you got homies so i never grabbed you
long nose sneeze on my darg like atchoo
she’s a hoe, she’s a chick, she got round 2
and she’s sucking my d-ck like a vacuum
and she’s sucking her cl-t how can you
that’s suttin on the stick that’ll tan you
been involved in the grind till my phone ring
plastic bags when i had no cling
involved in the crime with no bricks
they out in the fields with no sticks
got dark in the house with no lids
out here in the junk with my phone ring
no darg’s still giving out my phone ring

- smoke boys lyrics

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