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w3 - smoke break!! lyrics

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[intro]
(hi, i’d like to introduce you to w3)
it’s time
w3, gunk lover, you already know what’s goin’ on
another banger, back to back (b+tch, hxxligvns take yo’ face off)

[chorus]
one, two, three, four reapers knockin’ at your door
looks like you got [?] bank, so i’m here to settle the score
i just bought a brand new glock, and that b+tch hold thirty shots
they don’t call me heisenberg, but b+tch, i be the one that knocks

[verse 1]
i’m the chief and all the p+ssy boys who ain’t sh+t
motherf+ckers call me decider when we run up in yo’ house and break sh+t
you ain’t gettin’ plays, uh, you ain’t get no game, uh
you ain’t built for fame, uh, you don’t [?] brains, uh
got myself tatted on my hand, w3 my name
got the name and got his face tatted on the same day
smoke the blunt, six shots, jack into your big blocks
smoke the blunt, smoke the blunt, smoke the blunt, smoke the blunt
smoke it down until the roach is barely there, b+tch, don’t approach
i’m on my smoke break, can’t you see that?
cigarette smoke, b+tch i breath that
stomp it out after i ash it
loaded bowl, one smack, i’ll cash it
drop the glass, i guess it’s trash it
smokin’ on yo’ homie’s tragic
[?]
[chorus]
one, two, three, four reapers knockin’ at your door
looks like you got [?] bank, so i’m here to settle the score
i just bought a brand new glock, and that b+tch hold thirty shots
they don’t call me heisenberg, but b+tch, i be the one that knocks

[verse 2]
hey sh+t, he get shot in the head
we make sure that i shoot a fed
don’t ask to buy mistake, you’ll get a ricin cigarette
shout out all my florida homies, shout out all my l.a. homies
shout out to kf4life, to shout out my chicago homies
[?] drain his rp, all the classes country
money what i’m wanting, i gotta smoke something
you don’t pack a new parcel in my pocket
what the f+ck? you need to stop it
put the barrel to your chin, reach [?] then i drop it
[?] drain his rp, all the classes country
money what i’m wanting, i gotta smoke something
you don’t pack a new parcel in my pocket
what the f+ck? you need to stop it
put the barrel to your chin, reach [?] then i drop it



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