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Smoke Talk
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NLE Choppa
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I swear to God, I could never let 'em My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter I shoot to the M, lethal chopper Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her Her head game was so trash, made me so mad that a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h Don't act up (Don't act up), I'ma tell you right now, I'll act up (Bah) Old boy start movin' wrong then the blood is drawn, b*t*h, I'm blowin' your back up (Bllrt, boom) N***as say it's on sight, but it's not on sight (What?) Stupid n***a, you really think we gon' fight (Fight, what?) Bullets knock through his head, give him noodle legs (Bah) Pu**y, you just got ate like a Mike and Ike, yum Amber Rose (What?), I can't lie, I want head from Amber Rose (What?) Gotta see if that head real, mentally ill, make a young n***a curl his toes (Uh, uh, uh) And your b*t*h say you stink (Yeah), you need to go wipe your a** before tryna wipe a nose (Word) I'ma bang on a pipe if you get out your body, I'll show that lil' b*t*h I'm straight out the 4 (Baow) And I wanna f**k in the Montana Told her, "Pa** me the phone, I don't do no cameras" And don't ask me a question I never answer (Ooh) That b*t*h loyal to you, I don't understand her (No) I jump on the b*t*h and turn up the heat (Yeah) N***a give me your plate, I gotta eat (Uh) But hold up, I'm done, I rocked up the party (Yeah), I'll pa** this b*t*h on, on to NLE, gang (Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah) Pa** her to me, then she better be a freak Why you take your clothes off, baby girl, get on your knees I'm f**kin' with models, f**kin' with strippers Throwin' cash in the club because I'm a tipper Bend it over, make her a** get bigger Groupie hoes only takin' pictures Posin' with this .30, man, a n***a better not move wrong We doin' what we rappin', and I put that sh*t in every song When I bust a nut I tell a b*t*h to put her shoes on Get the f**k up out of my house, a n***a had to move on (Yeah) I'm poppin' these percs, I'm stuffin' my face I keep me a lawyer, I'm beatin' the case I think I won't beat it, I'm doin' the race I'm runnin' away, far from the Jakes, ayy Ayy, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out That glizzy, yeah, that .9 out Yeah, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out Glizzy got them .9's out (Yeah) I swear to God, I could never let 'em My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter I shoot to the M, lethal chopper Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her Her head game was so trash, made me so mad That a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h
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