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lirik lagu smoker – waka flocka flame

[intro]
on the phone with transporters
i’m on the phone with transporters
praying that the pack land
mad on my phone, where’s the back end

[chorus]
ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
they say there ain’t no hope for me
white folks got the rope for me
my shooter bought a scope for me
ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
they say there ain’t no hope for me
white folks got the rope for me
my shooter bought a scope for me

[verse 1]
drums on me, funds on me, big homie
waka flocka, i don’t f-ck with shrimp n-ggas
toting choppers, love the way it kick n-gga
gang banging, clique hanging, flag still red
trap ringing, [?] ringing, and the phone ringing
[?] f-ck the club b-tch we door swinging
we got everything you want, moon rock in my blunt
junkie cooking up a brick, now that’s that [?] sh-t
we ain’t in them bandos trapping out the spots
i don’t call them n-ggas goons, they’re my lil drops
all these fake [?] them just blood clots
n-ggas tryna act boo but i ain’t cl!cking up

[verse 2]
[?] ain’t jamming
.45 with a .45, you want beef then i send five guys
[?] you know don gon’ shoot
[?] been shooting for the gang since grade school
if we don’t know you when we serve you, pipes out when we serve you
rule number one when you [?]
wanna join red crew, you gotta have some hustle
b-tches love the gang [?] for that muscle
rule number two ain’t no pillow talking
lamb red truck out here blood walking
b hopping, take a n-gga baby momma shopping
i’m so disrespectful, car full of [?] your girl behind the petal

- waka flocka flame

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