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smoke - taydarealist lyrics

[verse 1]
blowing smoke
it’s in your lungs but you cough it up, really ain’t a joke
i’m cooking dope, put it in the song like this nigga go
yeah i float, lucky 7’s got a nigga on a roll
snapping every time i get the dice
hot re-fillers in this b-tch i’m ‘bout to blow
i’m a k!ller, i ain’t trying to boast
dropping heaters like you drop the soap
you a king dawg, i don’t know
the crown gone, landed in my boat
said you close but you getting cold
you out of place, nowhere near remote
you out of pocket like these b-tches lies
in yo’ bag talking like you the goat
mini-me niggas out they mind
watch your mouth ‘fore i break your jaw
shut up nigga just stay in line
cutting through trying to get fed
stay behind while i get ahead
i’m getting mine, f-ck what you said
would you let a nigga take your bread?
weak -ss want to be nigga
hide behind a big tree nigga
run from the big mean nigga
you soft, what you mean nigga?
i really wanna do my thing nigga
make a shorty go and sing nigga
do you do anything nigga?
aw, you win? where your ring nigga?
i’m a hard niggas kryptonite
gear up, if you want to fight
i’m smooth like miller lite
so drink up, this your last night
i’m talking shit ‘cause i’m really ‘bout it
you talking shit ‘cause you really doubt it
we’ll see what’s up when i turn this corner
hop out then i get started
niggas really soft when comes to the streets, we can battle ‘cause over beef or we battle on a beat
murdering cats, do you niggas wanna piece?
murdering cats, feeling like i’m chinese
yeah you cap, why you trying block heat?
i’m the light that you see when you sleep taking pills trying to o.d so…

[hook]
who want smoke?
who gone hit
who gone ride
who gone dip
who gone slide
who gone, who want-
who want smoke?
who gone hit
who gone ride
who gone dip
who gone slide
who gone, you want-
you want smoke

[verse 2]
this that jalapeño
white girl mixed with all that puerto rican, that’s a frappuccino
sí es bueno, i’m the carolina mixed with habanero
flyest pharaoh, platinum chains drape on a diamond mural
i’m the hot sriracha, red serrano, this came straight from the devil’s table
el fuego, that’s the motto you the same ol’ same ol’
same shit, different lamoes and a basic flow though with a garbage angle
take the photo, enjoy the show hoe
i’m running shit my way solo, dolo
wearing polo, gucci a no no
i am not that big on all that apparel
when i start rapping i’m making it tight
these niggas try and find out what is inside
i bring out the monster with nothing to hide
the nastiest beast, i spit all the time
niggas are hoes i do not have the time so i bust down the flows with impeccable rhyme
i don’t pull out the 4’s i just get out my notes then the deadliest flow leaking out of my mind
cold blooded with the ice flow
sharpest mind with a cutthroat
intertwined with the new school ‘cause i’m teaching all of these dumb folk
got you niggas looking flabbergasted with the way i’m scoring and how i’m p-ssing
i’m a living legend with a secret weapon
like a smith and wesson, got these niggas sweating
all these thug niggas fake hard and all these bad b-tches fake bad
i don’t know who they think they are
spoon fed -ss pussy niggas
it’s all real until i pull that card
aw, you dope dealing on the corner
nah, you tony’s son, pops in the car
so get right, for nigga a meet you stop light
pull out the chopper in the daylight
bust nine shots have nigga end life
fake niggas feel invincible
real niggas know it’s not a joke
real niggas gone keep the chrome
real niggas will split your dome

- taydarealist lyrics

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