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yvng tmp - no smoke lyrics

[chorus]
shootin’ these woes down
now i can’t ever ride around
no smoke, no smoke
pop him ‘fore he go
make him hit the snow
drop him to the floor

[verse 1]
that’s a bar, give that boy a bar
we light up his face like a cigar
leave a sp+ce in between him like a sp+ce bar
we run him over with his own squad car
buss his eardrums out like a rockstar
he better hold on to the handlebar
if you got a trigger, then squeeze it
when i run him over, i make this smoke look easy
pull up in a triple black, and you can’t see me
wе pull it then releasе it
she always tryna play when she lit
we poppin’ his face if he asking
we blowing him like jam in a basket
he gulping for air like he gasping
we clearing him like plastic
they call me the best black assassin
[chorus]
shootin’ these woes down
now i can’t ever ride around
no smoke, no smoke
pop him ‘fore he go
make him hit the snow
drop him to the floor

[verse 2]
i’m saving up for the bigger picture
feeling bad feelings in a mixture
diamonds like a light fixture
reel it in like a fisher
if they tryna play, then we gon’ k!ll ’em
know i ain’t riding with ’em
we flippin’ his body as we grill ’em
they tryna play, so i’ll never forgive ’em
my .30 burner hit him with a cutter
blood on his pancakes like b+tter
we wipe him down while he clean his gutters
his family know better, so we shot his brother

[chorus]
shootin’ these woes down
now i can’t ever ride around
no smoke, no smoke
pop him ‘fore he go
make him hit the snow
drop him to the floor

- yvng tmp lyrics

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