Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All da Smoke, artist - Future. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All da Smoke |
| 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 |
| Stackin' it tall |
| Every nigga out my city became a boss |
| Though she roll it, 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, taking a chance, toting tommy guns |
| Left out of school, start smelling 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 dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks |
| We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs |
| Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps |
| 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 |
| This money turning me on, ayy |
| This money turning me 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 |
| 300 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 kill |
| 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 |
| So 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 go around like Budweiser |
| Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy |
| Came out of the projects, ain’t have shit |
| I wiped a nigga’s nose for a tick |
| Hit it from the back |
| Make her say slime, say Slatt |
| How you dig that? |
| Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy |
| 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 |
| 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 |