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All the Smoke Lyrics - Artist : FMB DZ
I want all the money, I want all the dope
Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke I want all the money, I want all the dope Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke If a nigga got a problem, put it on the floor If a nigga want smoke you know we slide then We gon' find out what crib he hiding in Put a nigga on your block so we can find the house Fire 'bout to chop you down while y'all running out Nigga never had a run, they just run they mouth Baby holdin' this Rollie up 'cause G just blew it out You got guns, I got guns, we can shoot it out I'm aiming for a nigga head, I ain't killing Clause Lord forgive yourself for being a wild child Two FN's, two chopsticks, cost me five thou Nigga tellin' me I'm next, bitch I'm up now I'm in Houston makin' plays, bitch I feel like Yao I want all the money, I want all the dope Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke I want all the money, I want all the dope Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke If a nigga got a problem, put it on the floor Nigga ain't my mans if he ain't ridin' with me I fuck with the BandGang, I got Mas' with me My nigga Pie got a sleeve and a five-fifty I got popped, I could've died, I had God with me A nigga gotta die if a nigga want beef Free my nigga 80's, I'm good on the east You know this bitch a classic when Ant on the beat Niggas know that I'ma shoot so they pass it to me Five thousand for a show, that shit comin' to me Work hard for this shit, can't do nothin' for free All these niggas washed up, they ain't fuckin' with me Whole car glocked up, they all clutchin' with me I want all the money, I want all the dope Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke I want all the money, I want all the dope Nigga got a problem, put it on the floor We ride with the choppers, we blow all the smoke We blow all the smoke, we blow all the smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke Whole lotta smoke, whole lotta smoke If a nigga got a problem, put it on the floor |
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