Testo SMOKE! - CAIRO! feat. Ethan Ross
Testo della canzone SMOKE! (CAIRO! feat. Ethan Ross), tratta dall'album SMOKE!
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadow-boxin'
DXNILUKX
Yo, boy, keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife? 'Cause that is my ho
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get outta that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
Say my name, lil' bitch, do it justice
Fuck this, I'ma go abuse another substance
Cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit
Constant panic on my mind from what I done did
On me, bitch, I got bands in my black jeans
Tight grip, pussy be controllin', she a mad ting
Bafflin', my haters broke, they say they fastin'
All cap, yo' pockets dust, it's embarrassin', yeah
Let me address it, shawty wear that dress just for me, I undress it
She lookin' sexy, she like it when I get aggressive
The way she throw it back is oh-so impressive
Uh, gonna be swingin' fists, I'm dangerous to fuck boys
I told him, "Shut the fuck up, I do not wanna hear one noise"
I'm ragin' in the street with all my goons, we breakin' windows
He said his gang outside, you ain't outside, you little bitch ho
Yo, boy, keep talkin' that shit
So if you really 'bout it, pull up, and don't flinch, and let's go
I know you in love with that bitch
Is she the one you callin' your wife? 'Cause that is my ho
And she keep suckin' my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
Bitch, I know, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
Bitch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get outta that shit was a rope
All my boys hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with them fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had shit
You gotta love the way a young nigga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin' low, 'cause he don't want smoke
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Writer(s): Cairo Weir
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