future young thug
you it i’m it everybody it
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke how it ‘posed to
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke smoke
yeah he just he just breaking up the ice
we leaning facts
yeah
slatt
future young thug
stackin’ it tall thugger
every nigga out my city became a boss became
dolce rollie holy moly no days off woo woo
pyrex cook it up like kyrie trade you off let’s go
green and white like celtics don’t play with me play with a fork play with a woop
i’m superior i’m imperial i ain’t feelin’ you ooh
i could eat me some heroin or buy a brick yeah yeah
i got barry bonds on my wrist yeah
blowed your college fund where on my bitch woo woo
out the slums taking a chance toting tommy guns brrt
left out of school started selling rocks bought me a drop skrrt
cartier frames cartier rings cartier socks on god
homicide gang they gon’ put you on fox homicide homicide
putang ran up a whole m sittin’ in the box facts
my dog rock a rollie in the feds nigga and still move blocks facts
we had the bando goin’ crazy in the swat’s in the where
tenfour they runnin’ up on all the opps
future young thug
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke aw yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke huh
young thug
this money turning me on ayy
this money turning me on on turn me on
i’m thinkin’ out loud but these hundreds got a nigga gone woo
far gone i’m so gone on it
three hundred racks for a bentley truck yeah yeah
take the factories off and go’n and lift it up yeah yeah lift it up
cash all on your bitch she on the living room floor yeah
having a private party you know how that go let go
music all in my ears yeah instruments in my ears what
i’m in the backyard feeding deers then what
i’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals then what
i got pompoms in my rear woo
chanel coco in my dear coco
i missed a couple shows for my deal
if i could take it back i will if i could take it back on ’em
and don’t you take that to the head no
you know i got you in my will yeah
told big dawg bring the bricks in
got a hundred more at the crib ayy
make the dope do the windmill yeah
nigga swing through at your wheels brrt
they done quoted two on killed
and i was in miami countin’ a mil’ ayy
i told my bitch no more ass shots
she stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
my diamonds dark brown like budweiser like budweiser
count a half a mil with my bitch now her feelings sloppy yeah yeah
came up out the projects ain’t have shit yeah on god
i wiped a nigga nose for a ticket slime
hit it from the back yeah
make her say slime say slatt yeah yeah
how you dig that
whipped up the fish parkay and got racks ayy
future young thug
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke yeah
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
young thug
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
we want all the smoke
Artist: Future Young Thug
Year: 2017
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 358