doughboy d - smoke again lyrics
i never change on my brotha, n+gga if it’s f+ck ya then f+ck ya
if you mug me imma buss ya. i’m a trapper real hustler
3 bands platinum bubba make my profit triple double
times two if i front ya, play with that check, royal rumble
got them racks but i’m humble need some ice next summer, new residence, same number
n+gga you know i won’t change on the gang, just keepin it real though. extended mag no i ain’t no drag but my glock totin a d+ld+. give a f+ck how you feel hoe, if i ain’t got the real im selling fake pills hoe. and i trap in the hills though, and i keep me a glock just know it’s concealed though, and these bullets they real hoe only need one shot but i’m gone make you feel 4, put a n+gga in a figure 4. rob me a n+gga like snow in the bluff ” where the f+ck the blow?” n+gga you know that you a hoe, if i mark yo ass green lil n+gga know it’s a go, and we (…..) we don’t move slow. we gone wet yo ass up dont get caught in that slippery slope
(chorus)
n+gga say he want smoke again? put that sh+t in the air bet that n+gga gone choke again, hit his ass with that f&n i got 50 in the clip just for you and your f+ckin friend. n+gga know we can go to war gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star. you in traffic shoot up your car n+gga say he want smoke i think lil bruh popped a bar
(chorus)
n+gga say he want smoke again? put that sh+t in the air bet that n+gga gone choke again, hit his ass with that f&n i got 50 in the clip just for you and your f+ckin friend. n+gga know we can go to war gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star. you in traffic shoot up your car n+gga say he want smoke i think lil bruh popped a bar
(pooh shiesty)
ain’t no posting up on the block, better keep that sh+t moving if you ain’t got nun for sale. in the trap with 100 bales got 50 exotics they all got a different smell. you can try but it won’t work only time you get gangsta is after you pop a perc, i be seeing through all that hit a move with the drake make him flip before he fall back. it get slimy about the bread on 375 you heard what bagg said, had a play on a hundred meds but half was fake and he ain’t even notice that. had a gun you ain’t blow it back so stop all that cap you not a lil k!lla 2 to the head we put him in a splitter. cte gang whole team full of hittas. got a problem cus we took some from you come and get up with me, get rich or die b+tch im trying and im strapped up with this fifty. no approaching me can’t get up close get hit with this ten milly. he got dumped up in the river they found him in mississippi. ( i know they did)
(chorus)
n+gga say he want smoke again? put that sh+t in the air bet that n+gga gone choke again, hit his ass with that f&n i got 50 in the clip just for you and your f+ckin friend. n+gga know we can go to war gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star. you in traffic shoot up your car n+gga say he want smoke i think lil bruh popped a bar
(chorus)
n+gga say he want smoke again? put that sh+t in the air bet that n+gga gone choke again, hit his ass with that f&n i got 50 in the clip just for you and your f+ckin friend. n+gga know we can go to war gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star. you in traffic shoot up your car n+gga say he want smoke i think lil bruh popped a bar
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