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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andre Burt Jr.
Andre Burt Jr.
Songwriter:in
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter:in
Duprie Dekane Monroe
Duprie Dekane Monroe
Songwriter:in
Giovon Edwards
Giovon Edwards
Songwriter:in
Samm Vataleni Niingungo
Samm Vataleni Niingungo
Songwriter:in
Sebastian Lopez
Sebastian Lopez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mischtechniker:in
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mischtechniker:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mischtechniker:in
1mind
1mind
Produzent:in
Broadday
Broadday
Produzent:in
Sam-E Lee Jones
Sam-E Lee Jones
Produzent:in
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

Smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke I run from the west with my heat Finna call up my lil' freak I know she be chargin' these niggas (charge) 'Cause that lil' pussy not cheap (yeah) I just went and took off on 'em (took off on 'em) Ran off with bags and sheesh (sheesh) Next week it's all, all gone, I know you're proud of me Draco two-tone, still locked in with the mo' Nothin' but a whole bunch of hoes Bustin' and grabbin' my roll (bustin' it) Poppin' it, poppin' it Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Oh, baby Oh, baby Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Margelia shoes box I woke up and spent me a bag on designer Chanel on her toes, Gucci or Pucci, you know that I'm eyein' her I called up my bro then he bring a few sticks We runnin' the club up Got a bad ass bitch and she ridin' this dick I just told her to giddy up How could you hate when your figures low? I just dropped ten and left in a Rolls I was just bummy in overalls Now I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all It's only summer, wait for the fall My aunt is watchin', how could I fall? '95 Jordan, I'm back home '95 Jordan, I'm back home Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby) Smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke Woah, come on Okay, I just been rockin' these shows (damn) Rackies on me, I got a big load (let's go) Different time and I'm losing control (let's go, woo) Losing control (woo) Different time and I'm losing my focus (yeah) Niggas said they gotta be jokin', mosh-pit, leave the shit open (yeah) Fuck that, they trippin', yeah Amiri, Amiri my denim, yeah Rockstar shit, but I came with some hitters Nigga play that, gon' hit 'em Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (oh, baby)
Writer(s): Sebastian Alfredo Lopez, Caleb Toliver, Giovon Edwards, Duprie Dekane Monroe, Andre Dontrel Burt Jr., Samm Niingungo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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