| (Young Grind, stop playin' with me
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| EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)
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| Hey
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| (Woo, woo
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| Woo, woo)
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| Produced by Cre8 (Hey)
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| Up-up the smoke, diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
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| Fuck my bro (Smash, smash)
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| I’m in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (White)
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| Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Hundred racks)
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| Glock with the three and the O (Glock)
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| Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Yacht)
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| Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
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| Got a stick, it’s a SIG, it’ll blow (Brrt, brrt)
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| Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela,
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| Margiela)
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| Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
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| Wipe that boy nose (Wipe), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
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| I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold
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| I’m smooth on my feet (Smooth)
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| My bitches, they bad as can be (Bad)
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| Stack it and pray, go to sleep (Stack it)
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| I’m at the top of the peak (Hey)
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| We put baguettes on top of our teeth (Woo)
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| We put fire in front of his beak (Grrah)
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| I can’t lie, I got shooters that creep (Woo)
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| She from Devry, she gon' suck me to sleep, whoa (Hey)
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| Switch up the flow, they gon' bite it for sho' (Hey)
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| Put the stick on your bitch if you hidin' on low
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| There’s a fifth of these young niggas ready to go (Go)
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| Richard Mille sit on my wrist, I’m the GOAT (Woah)
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| Tag on your ho, tag on your toe (Tag)
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| Baguettes on baguettes, my neck overloaded (Baguettes)
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| I’m havin' your captain go run to this pole (Captain)
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| Take off his hat, leave a rat with a hole
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| Ain’t no cap in me (No cap), the trap be jumpin' like athletes (Hey)
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| I get cash, you see (Cash, cash), Lamborghini, niggas ain’t fast as me (Skrrt)
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| Cookie, gas, the lean (Cookie), I get the bag casually (Bag)
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| You niggas embarassin' (Hey), this Audemars, this is a masterpiece
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| Up the smoke (Up it), diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
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| Fuck my bro (Smash, smash), I’m in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (Let's go)
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| Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Uh-huh)
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| Glock with the three and the O (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
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| Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Uh)
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| Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
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| Got a stick, it’s a SIG, it’ll blow (Four times)
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| Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela,
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| Margiela)
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| Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
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| Wipe that boy nose (Slatt), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
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| I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold (Four
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| times)
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| They wipe his nose if I say so (Yeah)
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| It’s a green light when I say go (Go)
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| Ayy, what you gon' do for a bankroll? |
| (Cash)
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| Move like the mob, I got hittas on payroll (Cash)
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| Twenty racks cash on the lawyer, the case closed
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| Rap money turned me to a A-hole (Uh-huh)
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| Don’t tag me when it’s gunsmoke
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| I’m tryna knock up your block, like Lego (Okay)
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| I’m tryna knock you off, send you to where nobody knows (Huh)
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| My ice turned me anemic, but I’m never freezin' when it’s time to up the smoke,
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| uh (Ice, ice)
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| She said she diggin' my flow
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| I make her suck me and then suck my bro
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| We knock 'em down by the four (Uh-huh)
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| I stay workin' with fire at all my shows (On gang)
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| And I still put .30's up under all my Glicks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
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| Double D’s on my sticks (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
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| Said she don’t like me, ho, suck my dick (Suck it)
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| When there’s beef we don’t pick and choose
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| We got more cannons than Nick (Fuck it)
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| He get put on the news or left on his dick (Ha)
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| Tryin' me like I’m a lick (Bitch)
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| Up the smoke, diamonds, they choke (Ice, ice, ice)
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| Fuck my bro (Smash, smash), I’m in the white Lamborghini, the Pope (White)
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| Hundred racks, they gon' take your soul (Hundred racks)
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| Glock with the three and the O (Glock)
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| Bought a yacht, put the kids on the boat (Yacht)
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| Put a brick in the fig of the four (Hey, hey)
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| Got a stick, it’s a SIG, it’ll blow (Brrt, brrt)
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| Mix up a four (Woo, woo), my bitch, Margiela on her toes (Margiela, Margiela,
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| Margiela)
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| Dick up her soul (Woah), look what I did in the bowl (Bowl)
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| Wipe that boy nose (Wipe), I go get me a bag out the glow (Bag)
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| I do not troll (Troll, troll), I got pointers, these diamonds are bold |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song UP THE SMOKE , by - Stunna 4 Vegas. Song from the album RICH YOUNGIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп