| Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
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| When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty
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| Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it
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| I’m on my road to them riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches
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| Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
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| And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'
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| I’m from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on
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| crip the beef ain’t squashed til somebody be missin'
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| Jumped off the porch cause I was broke, I got them bands now
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| Light up a port, cock back my pole and knock his mans down
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| And all that Instagram thuggin gone get you ran down
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| And we ain’t playin round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds
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| And when it’s up I swear it’s stuck no ain’t understandin'
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| I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic
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| Jumped out with sticks and Glocks with dicks and them niggas had panic
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| The way that K stutter you’d think it speakin' in Spanish
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| Shots to the brain if he ever think about touchin' my chain
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| Brand new draco sound rusty but when it shoot it spit flames
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| Glock twenty-three extended clips call it LeBron James
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| Heard of Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot he got aim
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| Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
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| When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty
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| Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it
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| I’m on my road to the riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches
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| Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
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| And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'
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| I’m from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on
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| crip the beef ain’t squashed til somebody be missin'
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| They hated on that Life Before Fame, well this the life after
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| Hitlist got a book of names nigga don’t make the next chapter
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| Since you actin' like it’s smoke with us fuck it we handin' out cancer
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| He wish he never spoke on us catch him at church and murk the pastor
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| I’m having visions of killin' bodies bout to be missin
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| I’m dressin' up in black dickies you know lil' Leaky with me
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| Feds say the shit is ridiculous lil' Quando run the city
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| Two hundreds holes in your car the news say we over did it
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| I drop a bag in the morning, tonight you on a stretcher
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| I’m ridin' round in a foreign grippin' on a she’ll catcha
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| My youngin do it outta love but I’ma still bless 'em and if he bring me back yo
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| head shid I’ma give 'em extra
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| Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty
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| When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty
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| Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it
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| I’m on my road to the riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches
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| Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
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| And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'
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| I’m from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on
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| crip the beef ain’t squashed' til somebody be missin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Smoke , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life After Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп