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smoke boys - section music 2 lyrics

[produced by: la beats]

[verse 1: deepee]
oi boom, out ‘ere givin man hope
chartin
trap clartin
still out ‘ere givin man dope
still roll up, givin man smoke
and i’ve been open
i can let a man, zs been copin
but the line’s been dead, been soakin
joke ting rapper boy’s happs, man knows them
i put grams in bags
i need racks on racks not clothing
i got ahks on ahks
ever need a hand, them ah got my contact, gon’ phone it
trap in a tracksuit, man’s roadman
couldn’t take man’s pack, man’s zonin
smoking lala late in a truck with konan
wait on your spot then we go in it

[verse 2: swift]
madman
rockstar
take the pack, gotcha
tracky maff like, what’s swarve?
man ah fly, helicopter
boom bye, call a doctor
sound it off like an opera
gang gang doin uber
bang bang like vector
trap trap, movin stuff
pack buff like banker
trap nuff cause man’s extra
won’t re up on no letter
nuff gyal like hugh hefner
wanna meet and greet, imma let her
slap slap from a vetra
sadder man do pressure

[verse 3: sleeks]
ps on me
peng bobby
i fly ot to feed zombies
zip zip from the pocket
and i cl1ck cl1ck if he dodgy
man bag lookin stocky
and this double g lookin bossy
f-ck a gyal, she want c-cky
sb we the section posse
and i swear, oh no
since mobos nuff man callin man bro bro
peng tings ridin rodeo
when i’m smokin dope
section still shuttin down shows
t lifestyle, grabbin and go
hi and bye, h-llo and go
it’s the life that i chose

[verse 4: inch]
listen, look pon on my shoes
them boogers ain’t hard
got a one eye uncle, lives in yard
they said i began down the downwards path
now they wanna smell when they hear man bars
can’t ramp with the goons, blood you don’t want war
step in your face but you wanna war, wah
bros them tints them black like tar
look now everybody now wanna know war

[verse 5: knine]
you don’t really catch me ravin
unless i’m sh-llin down stages
came from ringin off spinners
and sh-llin off gauges
run in ya spot, empty a safe
time is money, i hate runnin late
‘migos ándale ándale
need them packs commin double way
blew off some flavors and meditate
wake up, every day is a jook day
os in a rack stack on the m-way
pull up, brap brap then car skate
i be kickin back cali in the ash tray
young boy get at me
when the pack come in i’m happy
cl1ck clack get strappy

[verse 6: littlez]
step in your block
with the long clip
put the mask on, that’s a horror film
work on a man, feds followin
know i can get locked, man’s lodgin em
spend racks on packs, get gone again
trap line got tapped, man’s floodin em
told man i can’t come round jugglin
usain bolt in your flat get run up in
street life have my mummsy worryin
i was on road with the warriors
used to go halves on the onions
now they pay homage and honor us
see the whole z goin up
block them gyal, wanna holler us
man ah give work to the minions
tell em go get that gwalla up

- smoke boys lyrics

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