| On the phone with transporters
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| I’m on the phone with transporters
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| Praying that the pack land
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| Mad on my phone, where’s the back end
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me
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| Drums on me, funds on me, big homie
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| Waka Flocka, I don’t fuck with shrimp niggas
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| Toting choppers, love the way it kick nigga
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| Gang banging, clique hanging, flag still red
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| Trap ringing, ringing, and the phone ringing
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| fuck the club bitch we door swinging
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| We got everything you want, moon rock in my blunt
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| Junkie cooking up a brick, now that’s that shit
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| We ain’t in them bandos trapping out the spots
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| I don’t call them niggas goons, they’re my lil drops
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| All these fake them just blood clots
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| Niggas tryna act boo but I ain’t clicking up
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me
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| ain’t jamming
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| .45 with a .45, you want beef then I send five guys
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| you know Don gon' shoot
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| been shooting for the gang since grade school
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| If we don’t know you when we serve you, pipes out when we serve you
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| Rule number one when you
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| Wanna join red crew, you gotta have some hustle
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| Bitches love the gang for that muscle
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| Rule number two ain’t no pillow talking
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| Lamb red truck out here blood walking
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| B hopping, take a nigga baby momma shopping
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| I’m so disrespectful, car full of your girl behind the petal
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me
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| Ayy my smoker cooking dope for me
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| They say there ain’t no hope for me
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| White folks got the rope for me
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| My shooter bought a scope for me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoker , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album Big Homie Flocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп