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lirik lagu shmoke – nash sable

{hook}

you don’t want that smoke (x5)
you don’t want it (oouu, yuh)
heard you talkin sh-t but i ignore the bull
i’d pull up with the hammer at yo door but…
you don’t want that smoke (x4)

{verse 1}
bet i get my cake
smith and wesson for the cherry yeah
diamonds in the bag, see me shining, hustle flexin woah
southside got the yammy bet the fit speak the truth yeah
i’m just sippin yac in a coupe with a full tank
that’s just how we flex these days
pockets deep like a sheik these days
sleep when i’m eatin, the money just working while i’m rollin up in my sheets
lucid dreaming
got a scope, got em ultralight beams
got all the shmoke for your team
losing myself in my rage and i’m lovin it, fire at will when i spit
f-ck all the cameras, i’m posin a threat
all of my n-ggas on one side
all of your n-ggas inside a casket
all of your n-ggas had one shot
outchea just missin my mom’s spaghetti
always at work when it’s dinner time
a lot on my plate but i swear…

{hook}

{verse 2}
keeping my sh-t on the d-l
my vision board sit in bohemian grove
tymon got plugs in the hills
in the barrows we slangin that heat with the woes
i am not aiming for minimum wage
i might just aim at her pretty lil face
rippin that lace if she giving me lip
swim in her ocean, i backstroke, i dip

steady the pace but we level up
ain’t playin no game boi the jig is up
get the dub
get the dub
contraband, promise rand, rubberband
scales for the guap and the dose
end of the day bet i’m lighting a toke
cut all my losses, evolve
boi i got that malume fouzzi drip
i got some you youngins you clownin bish
808x got the tommy clip
i might just pull up and clap a bish
shooting my shot, i’m a comet b-tch
looking at my w’s boi god did it
i got ideas won’t die with em
heard you not with me so f-ck you then

{hook}

sensei bless your trap
i need like all the smoke in fact (yuh)
i bring the sticky, got em hoes callin back (yuh)
5 finger ring
pipe down little kid
i got 5 different styles and you’re not fitting in
you don’t want no smoke
k!llers at yo door
5-5 get you po’d
demons at my door
want me ghost
schemin on the low
i drop a kilo, woah
drippin that water
i’m drippin that lake
keep it one hundred
don’t mess with my sets
my shawty love me, she pop a lil bag
jump out the whip and we back in the trap
servin out my traphouse
she could be my mascot
spend another bankroll
she just hit the jackpot
blaze in the bando, whippin like a bad cop (yuh yuh)

{hook}

you don’t want that smoke (x5)
you don’t want it (oouu, yuh)
heard you talkin sh-t but i ignore the bull
i’d pull up with the hammer at yo door but…
you don’t want that smoke (x4)

- nash sable

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