Kodak Black - Who Want Smoke (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kodak Black - Who Want Smoke (en) Lyrics
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Young nigga, I got old cash,
now I got new money
I don't like to do no fucking interviews,
I be in the room mumblin'
Dissing on the ‘Gram, but when I
see him, I'ma have dude runnin'
Ain't too many niggas around
this bitch steppin', so
they know who done it
Everywhere I go I got my TEC and
that's a bet, even on B-E-T
I don't care 'bout this cheque,
I'm living wreck, I be on PCP
They know I'm that nigga, fuck them
issues, they wanna team with me
Once you say it's up, my nigga's
up 'cause it could be this week
Thuggin' hard, AK's and AR's
in the muscle cars
fuck the blogs, fuck this music
shit 'cause I be bussin' fraud
I'm a bulldozer, make a nigga scoot
ovеr, bitch, I run my section
And you ain't gotta like me, you
ain't еven gotta respect me,
just don't disrespect me
Postin' gun, rappin' 'bout that
smoke, boy, you know you ass
Playin' dumb, actin' like I'm
slow just to see who fast
Lil' nigga but I make 'em take me
serious like I'm six feet nine
Better stay far away and keep security
'cause I'm on your line
fuck with mine, you know bullets
flyin', you know mommas cryin'
fuck these diamonds get in that
attire when it's huntin' time
Nigga tryna to come up off my shine,
nigga, you know he dyin'
They'll be hollering, RIP that
guy, he was on the rise
All my snipers clap
I don't like to rap
Who gon' fuck with Yak?
I killed eight niggas
Young nigga, I got new
cash, I got old cash
Goddamn, it's the GOAT, man,
it's the GOAT, man
Fed ask where the pole at,
we don't show that
Pig ask where the dope at, can't
disclose that Bitch, I got a fresh
Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat pocket
on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bitch so black,
got her soul snatched (Dududuh)
Broski in here baggin' a book
up, told him close that
Almighty don't like nobody,
bitch, you know that
p*ssy postin' 'em damn old racks,
boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo
throat back, on the doormat
Broski in here countin' a book
up, tryna close that
Beat 'em up, we gave his nose
back with a ice pack
Better thank me, I gave his
life back with a life hack
If I go to jail, I'll get kites
and send 'em right back
Like my daddy, I'll be right
back, I'll be right back
French ass boys, I think they like
me, think they like me (Like me)
Yellow bitch, she light the room
up, 'cause she lightskin
Told me she don't wanna go
nowhere, I'm excitin'
The shells in this damn new
choppa look like ice picks
Baby said I light the room
up, but I'm dark skin
In the Raq, hit the block
fast, get yo' car spit
Swing the stick like a rock
band, some guitar shit
Hit yo' block, we don't hit
Walmart's, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shit,
that's some hard shit
Draco with the big wood on
it, on some court shit
Pull up, chop yo' damn block
up, now you're porky
No, I ain't got no horses
but I got Porsches
fuck yo' mom, I'm in that bitch,
should've had abortion
Little ass nigga, I can take
him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to
have a fortune (Money)
How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like
a horse kick? (Money gang baby)
What the fuck they know? (Dududuh)
Trappin' in front of that
fuckin' store (Dududuh)
With a stick tryna buss a nigga (Bang)
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