lirik lagu young smokes - front page
[for entertainment purposes only this ones horrible you ain’t gotta listen to this one if you got kids around, turn it off]
i got locked with the gauge, they put me on front page
no comment & i got nothing else to say
yes! i know this ain’t my first gun charge
i was so broke still tryna go hard
f~ck sakes this is my 20th gun raid
still gonna tan him like he tryna sun~bathe
if 1 of them p~ssies ever try take my life
i’ll leave 50g’z behind take it & ride
these dudes bought guns saying smokes is crazy
their block got peppered, next day they blamed me
type of birds i got, ain’t for joy or for sorrow
crash a whip today & buy another one tomorrow
how can i snitch, never had no co~d’s
bury mе before i talk to police
5 yеars later my face known to the cattys
b~tch i spent your boyfriends net~worth on mashes
tell my yg’s keep it real, end up in court do not squeal
they know i buss mine still, & i don’t care how b~tches feel
my bro a said “yo this ain’t the right time”
looked at both the rollies like it’s the right time
she must think i’m stupid saying “i’m her only man”
you’re a broke bad b~tch go make an only fans
wrist heavy ring shining, the chain glows
slide up with kai & kai in this range rove
shot bricks & backstraps on main road
that’s why nca watch me in plain clothes
went to party but we locked off the club the week before
now the bouncers on the door, don’t wanna let man in no more
she wanna see me, wanna see me like before
girl take off them heels
coz this ain’t no ford
can’t compare me to these rappers & take my chain
last dude got a henny bottle straight to his face
i’m with batzi, he’ll smack one off your head too
punch man he’ll go sleep like his bedroom
chicks crazy, took her to eat in gauchos
now she wanna be my wifey, gotta tell her h~ll no
got weight i need workers, not a pt
they’re spraying at the walls they must do graffiti
give you 7 days work but i need half cash
i’m strapped in this car, this ain’t for a car crash
this chocolate on me, no flake or ferrero
we shoot, we don’t wrestle like eddie guerrero (r.i.p)
we don’t instagram beef, bro you must be silly
only time argue bout grams, is with my nitty
i don’t understand why they want cap for snapchat
last time my dawg seen him, he got shot in his back (facts)
how dare they say they’re onto me & we got beef
i go their block just so i can dine in & eat
snitching on me, saying “life’s in jeopardy”
try buck him in oakwood he rid voluntary
hit a l!ck now the money’s in the bag scrunched up
never brandished this strap, he just got punched up
say you charge 36, well i charge 38
coz my white ain’t mixed, like the kkk
man they all know that i’m too real
& i can’t leave this chrome alone
hope my bro gets his appeal
free my dawgs man they soon home!
[i grip & press mine anywhere bro talking from experience not from no movies & definitely not the rap cap ~ free the gang!.]
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