Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke & Drank, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Smoke & Drank |
Acting like a bitch who me, no never |
I’mma get around, chase this money forever |
You rocking with the best, no one can do it better |
She talking too fast, this is what I tell her |
Pour it up (haan), roll it up (haan) |
Shawty do it too fast then she slow it up (haan) |
Rolling quarters, 2 meters of that loud too |
Speakers, 4 ounces 2 liters of that drank |
Fuck ya thank? |
In the back, me and Mac |
Shawty mean, going in, quarter back, |
Going deep, need a plat |
I be platinum with that pussy worldwide |
Everything you did, we done did it 4 times |
You balling then I missed it |
I did it then I switched it |
I curve them when I’m sober |
And hit it when I’m twisted |
I’m dipping down her ocean, hitting walls and curving corners |
Swerving in that space ship, all the bitches they be on us |
Acting like a whore, who me, no never |
Purple drink I pour, no body do it better (haaaan) |
Acting like a bitch who me, no never |
I’mma get around, chase this money forever |
You rocking with the best, no one can do it better |
She talking too fast, this is what I tell her |
Pour it up (haan), roll it up (haan) |
Shawty do it too fast then she slow it up (haan) |
Shawty how ya been, I love the way you pour me up |
You hate it when I sip it, but I love it when you pour me up |
Just another cup girl I don’t think I’m moving slow enough |
Fuck these out of town hoes, I’m sticking with my local love |
Baby can you sip it for me |
Sleeping, we can miss the moaning? |
The BB gun to my Ralphie we’ll be a Christmas story |
Yeah, she pull me closer when she getting horny |
And I ain’t worry bout them other dudes who hit before me |
This gonna be the best |
Something that I’m sure of |
Girl I dig your energy, I’m fucking with your aura |
They wanna kill themselves when I open all my doors up… Suicide |
And this my car but baby you can drive |
Cause I’m fucked up, leaning in the passenger |
You don’t fuck musicians |
Baby girl just let me rap to ya |
Drop me at the crib, show you where I live, I ain’t worried |
Just know your bullshit don’t concern me |
Acting like a bitch who me, no never |
I’mma get around, chase this money forever |
You rocking with the best, no one can do it better |
She talking too fast, this is what I tell her |
Pour it up (haan), roll it up (haan) |
Shawty do it too fast then she slow it up (haan) |
Dranked up, smoked up |
It’s true |
And my bus got a booth |