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Gun Smoke Lyrics - Artist : Quando Rondo
Tahj Money
I don't know shit bout no 'murda, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle wit' a cutter that fold Shower and Bleach rip up the car Make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Send a text to all the opps like, yeah we want all the smoke We up by 6, they down by 2, they need to go fix the score Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the petal, heavy metal, send some shots through your clothes Take off his nose, none of my niggas gone bend, break, or fold Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers riding round smokin' dope I gotta drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you low This ain't no threat bitch this a promise when I catch you case-closed Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told Spent fourty-thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze We sippin' lean, that's not prescription got 'em comin by loads Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend ten thousand on clothes I don't know shit bout no 'murda, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle wit' a cutter that fold Shower and Bleach rip up the car Make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Send a text to all the opps like, yeah we want all the smoke We up by 6, they down by 2, they need to go fix the score Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the petal, heavy metal, send some shots through your clothes I bought a chopper than I filled it up I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up Walk, Nine headshots Hit the corner, rip you up Y'all better listen to the words I say We livin' in our last days Point-blank proven Ci-Cigarettes and ash-treys I don't know shit bout no 'murda, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle wit' a cutter that fold Shower and Bleach rip up the car Make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Send a text to all the opps like, yeah we want all the smoke We up by 6, they down by 2, they need to go fix the score Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the petal, heavy metal, send some shots through your clothes Graa, haha Bitch come here |
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