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      All da Smoke

      Future

      Album: Super Slyme

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      Future - All da Smoke Música y Letra

      [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 breaking up the ice
      We leaning, facts
      Yeah
      Slatt
      
      [Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
      Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
      Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
      Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
      Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let's go)
      Green and white like Celtics, don't play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
      I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)
      I been eatin' me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
      I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
      Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
      Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
      Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
      Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
      Homicide gang, they gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
      Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)
      My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
      We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
      Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps
      
      [Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
      We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
      We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
      We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
      We want all the smoke (huh)
      
      [Verse 2: Young Thug]
      This money turning me on, ayy
      This money turning me on (on, turn 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 living room floor, yeah
      Having a private party, you know how that go
      Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
      I'm in the backyard feeding 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 (on god)
      I wiped a nigga's nose for a ticket (slime)
      Hit it from the back (kill it)
      Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
      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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