Текст песни: All Da Smoke (Future )

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it!
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke,
We want, I want smoke.
We want all the smoke.
Yeah, he just— he just breakin up the ice,
We leanin, facts.
Yeah!
Slatt!
[Verse 1: Future]
Stackin it tall,
Every nigga out my city became a boss,
Know she rollin, holy moly, no days off,
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off.
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork,
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin ya.
I been eatin me some heroin, oh about a brick,
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist,
Blowed your college fund on my bitch,
Out the slums, takin a chance, totin Tommy guns,
Left outta school, start sellin rocks, bought me a drop.
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks,
Homicide gang, they gon put you on Fox,
Putang ran up a whole M sittin in the box,
My dawg rock a Rollie in the feds, nigga, and still move blocks,
We had the bando goin crazy in the SWATs.10-4, they runnin up on all the opps.
[Chorus: Future & 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.
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turnin me on, ayy!
This money turnin 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 on a Bentley truck, yeah, yeah!
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah, yeah!
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the livin’ room floor, yeah!
Havin a private party, you know how that go.
Music all in my ears, instruments in my ears,
I’m in the backyard feedin deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin seals,
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel Coco in my gear,
I missed a couple shows for my deal,
If I could take it back I will.
And don’t you take that to the hat,
You know I got you in my will,
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib,
Make the dope do the windmill,
Nigga swing through Actavis,
In a corner too, I’m 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,
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy.
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit,
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket,
Hit it from the back,
Make her say, Slime, say, Slatt.
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy!
[Chorus: Future & 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.
[Outro: 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.

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