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Karaokê Who Want Smoke?? - Nardo Wick & Lil Durk, 21 Savage & G Herbo

Esta música é uma versão de Who Want Smoke??, popularizada por Nardo Wick
feat. Lil Durk, 21 Savage & G Herbo

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 75.56 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Fám

Duração: 04:41 - Visualizar: 01:19

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Ano de lançamento: 2021
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Mark Laepple
Autor Original: Horace Wells

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Letra Who Want Smoke??

Who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me
Nigga, who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me
Who want smoke with me
Nigga, who want smoke, uh
Who want smoke with me
I'm tryna fuck a nigga lungs up
They be like
Nardo, put them damn guns up
Fuck that say big brother bring them guns out
When it's smoke we get to spinnin' while the sun out
I ain't never lackin'
I pump gas with my gun out
Scream out what's happenin' then get to bussin' 'till it run out
All these niggas hidin' like where they at
It ain't no fun now
Seven six two's big as hell he'll knock a nigga lungs out
One, two, three, four
Kick your door, get on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Don't make no noise
I'll eat your face
Nine, ten, eleven we ain't gon' say that number we don't fuck with jakes
I'ma kill fourteen niggas if thirteen bitch niggas play
I think my Draco might be gay
'Cos he blow niggas
I just got a brand new Lolli that's a four-nickel
Call me Nardo yes-man
I don't know niggas
You can send your best man you gon' lose your best hitter
What the fuck is that
What the fuck is that
That's how I step on niggas
How I step on these bitch-ass niggas, yeah
They be on my page like Slide for Von
I know they trollin' me
Outside with y'all big homie be on, I keep them folks with me
Got it back in blood y'all just don't know that's how it 'posed to be
Called him for a feature just to kill him 'cos we know he sweet
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh who the fuck is that
Bro, go check the door look out the window don't forget the strap
I be on they ass when I see opps I do forget I rap
I be on this shit wherever I'm at
I learned that from the 'Raq
He gon' drink whatever a nigga sell him just to say he high
They be like he wasn't even with that shit whenever a nigga die
Emergency room gon' always lie to y'all whenever a nigga die
Sayin' a nigga stable as they check just to keep y'all quiet
Bronem stomp his ass
Better do what Nardo said 'cos niggas die for pumpin' gas
Why you act like that shit so exclusive
Bitch, that's public ass
Can't no nigga we don't fuck with come around we stomp his ass
Nardo voice creep up out that cut we like shh, shh
Nardo voice catch him before he run that gun go shh, shh
Hey, who you killed
Steady talkin' like you did a drill
We gon' kill you sober who done told you that I need a pill
Real-deal stepper put my toe on that boy
You Mickey Mouse, bitch you went and told on that boy
All my guns come with a switch 'cos I'm fuckin' rich
I don't type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your shit
Old niggas steady tryna diss fuck up off my dick
Caught him leaving bingo with his bitch and we sent a blitz
Nardo tryna fight me 'bout the stick it's his turn to blick
I can't even roll my opps in shit pussies don't exist
One, two, three, four niggas mad I fucked they ho
Five, six, seven, eight pussies that got hit with this K
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve don't got L's, they gotta chase
Thirteen, fourteen fifteen, sixteen hollow tips, they hit his face
What the fuck is that
What the fuck is that
Hit that lil' bitch from the back
Pest control who called 'bout rats
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke with us
Who want smoke with us
Nigga
I be with real killers
I'm a rappin' street nigga
Copy, paste, delete niggas
Can't wait 'till we see niggas
Who want smoke, it's free
All the oppers sweet, Swisher
Hop out middle of the street, hit him
Soon as he fall off his feet, kill him
Been out all week
Seen three R.I.P. pictures
My shooters all eatin'
You can tell that we richer
Pull up ballin', swish
Been on all the hits
Now I'm all legit
Shout out Nardo Wick, bitch
One, two, three, four fuck the opps, them niggas hoes
Five, six, seven, eight slammin' rakes, we GDK
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve no mask, still ain't go to jail
Hundred K checks in the mail put that away just for bail
All the crack we used to sell auntie house still got the smell
Fans be negative as hell fuck that shit, I just prevail
AR hold a hundred shells aim that bitch, shoot everywhere
No Limit, I never care spin they block, they never there
Pussy
What the fuck is that
What the fuck is that
Cost a fuckin' check
Bah, touch my fuckin' neck

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