Kevin Gates - Who Want Smoke (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Who Want Smoke (en) Lyrics
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Chicago Bulls, basketball shorts,
I'm tryna scrimmage (What up?)
I go ape, post up in the paint, chi'
be high percentage (Rrahh, ruff)
Ayy, let's get it, step on one of you
niggas, spit on you when I finish
Tryna act like they want smoke
with Gates, they really be up
in they feelings (For real)
This lil' bitty, pussy pressure,
she won't sit on some
of these inches (Come on)
Told me, get this pussy pregnant,
bae, I really want some of
your children (Aight, aight)
I know how to take the final
thing and send it on one of
these fenders (Woo-woo)
I'ma really cop a hollow,
aim it, send it at one of
they temples (Woo-woo)
I'm just Fendi, I ain't came across
a fix I go to inching (I do)
I be twitching, and my eye be kinda
fucked up I be squinting (Ah, ah)
I be glitching, then my mind be kinda
fucked up, come from killing (Ah)
You be spitting, you ain't never
did a walk-up, you pretending
I would really stand up in
your shit and wrap your shit
for Christmas (Right)
Closed case, he ain't got no face the
lawyer's gon' dismiss it (Uh-huh)
Grab the pole, I'm tryna snatch his
soul and turn him to a memory
With the hold up, I'm bipolar
and you know I'm bout
my business (I'm real)
Don't rap about you trappin'
in traffic, they pull they
panties down (Bow-bow)
Band-aid on my fingertips, swinger switch,
put that hammer down (Grrah)
They personal aburses score thirty-two
out that wrap-around (Bow-bow)
Shottas slangin' coppa, that yoppa
go, bap-bap-bap-bap-bow (Bow)
What the fuck is that? (Bow, what?)
What the fuck is that? (Bow)
What the fuck is that? (Bow-bow-bow-bow-
bow) I step on one of you niggas
then I'll spit on you when I finish
Lotta work, get distributed to
my generals and lieutenants
Go berserk, I'll put you on
a shirt from JCPenney
Bitch I'm turnt, put your dick inside
the dirt and murk the witness
I go lurk, catch a body and
tell Mazi how I did it
All my hitters working lense
I go purchase me a Fendi
Drop that bag, want your hat you know
it's curtains when I set it
Dun-Dadda, kick the Rash-Clahh
this ain't gunfire
You know I don't get tired, run
you down your lungs tired
Fireman, catch you coming
home like the umpire
Hmm, hitting her from the back I got
my strap on top aback, lil' bitch
Thinking about setting me
up in front of the ideas
then I'ma clap the bitch
Thinking about stealing my
watch and running off then
I'ma whack the bitch
That's how I bat that bitch
Used to be chief execution
a big enforcer
Drug lords in my lineage
many that been deported
Red ford, twenty-two inch on
fourtys, I been retarded
Love my neighbors if I do some
gangsta they don't report it
If a nigga raise his phone in my
presence think he recording
Cartier go walk around and make
sure the bitch ain't recording
Take his phone go in his recent
deleted and then destroy it
Hmm, then invite him to a show and
then make him feel real important
Put them gremlins on they trail when
they bell and they get a company
Don't entertain no fuckery, told
the bitch not to fuck with me
I'm gonna drop nuts how I'm thuggin',
this shit a luxury
I show no remorse, saddle
up ain't got no horse
Hmm, Turn you to a coff-, in
the slum this shit a sport
All these tigers in the jungle
we let nature take its course
I'm new Brasi, got some bodies
he responding you of course
Many MAC-11 when it's static,
I hold down the fort
Brand new 911 Turbo S I'm
jumping out a Porsche
It do this shit, ain't nothing new to
me, I been jumped off the porch
No suppressor on the whip and when
it spit look like a torch
We done barbecued a nigga, we
done finished, get the fork
One of them men I maybe P.S.M,
my eighteen throw up four
Talking tough on Instagram in person
they don't want no part
Clean the port and be a surely mini
cartridge look like doors
Grip the 40 better take extra
precaution when it spark
Take precaution when that bitch
spark, ya heard? Mm
Bitch ass niggas be talking that
gangsta shit like yeah
I know what's happening with
me dick ya heard me
Hm, you know what's happening with me
you know I'm out here ya heard me
Ayy, I'm out here you heard me
Get on the internet and do all that
ayy, we do all that, ayy, ayy
Ayy, You can do all that shit you
be doing on the internet dick
Ayy, but dick on that black top
and you know what's happening
with me dick ya heard me
Bow bow
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that? I step
on one of you niggas then I
spit on you when I finish
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