Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoking Gun , by - Fred The Godson. Release date: 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 |