Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoking Gun, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoking Gun |
You can do what you wanna do |
Nobody’s given you all the rules |
Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth |
Sex, love, drugs, we on the run (Yeah) |
'Cause you’re not done (Miss Storm sing to 'em) |
And you’re the one (Yeah) |
You can be your smokin' gun |
Uh, uh, uh |
Get Fred a spoon just to mix it |
I’m from the era where Weatherspoon was on the Sixers (Damn!) |
Painted room maroon, the room’s where the bricks is |
The sink’s broke, super (?)'ll have to fix this |
Why worry him? (Why?) |
We get it off the books, whoever lie bury 'em |
Dope I prepare for them |
My animals live in this water, say the trap is an aquarium (Haha) |
Seen rich kids in country with fresh air for them |
Parents took him to the fair, that wasn’t fair to him (Nah) |
I had to rearrange things |
My ex took me to the dealer, she showed me that Range thing (Look) |
It what the fame bring |
Off the nickels had dimes in the quarter to eight, I change things |
Hopefully it’s permanent |
It’s hard and soft here, it’s like a perm in it, you know |
You can do what you wanna do |
Nobody’s given you all the rules |
Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth |
Sex, love, drugs, we on the run |
'Cause you’re not done |
And you’re the one |
You can be your smokin' gun |
What you want in life is usually ya preference |
I’m big homie, you can use me for a reference (Uh huh) |
The beats I rap on could describe I’m destined |
The sheets I black on, you prescribe the essence (Woo!) |
I provide the session, here’s ya lesson plan |
First we test the gram, man on the corner like a concession stand |
You ask why I’m employed by the underworld |
'Cause ya boy had another girl |
And New York take too much taxes |
And I ain’t tryna hear all that jazz, I shop at Saks Fifth (Woo!) |
You can ask if the humble worry |
Only when the bundles vary, I’m tryna bubble, ready (Ready) |
A scale in a Corolla doors could smell the odor |
Gotta make it for moms, (?) is what I owed her |
So everything is set free 'til I’m debt free |
Homie let’s see, Bobbi sing, baby |
You can do what you wanna do |
Nobody’s given you all the rules |
Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth |
Sex, love, drugs, we on the run |
'Cause you’re not done |
And you’re the one |
You can be your smokin' gun |