SMOKE lyrics
by Ethan Ross
[Intro]
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of shaolin, the special technique of shadow boxing
DXNILKX
[Chorus: CARIO!]
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that sh*t
So if you really 'bout it pull up and don't flinch and let's go
I know you in love with that b*tch
Is she the one you callin' your wife? 'Cause that is my ho
And she keep suckin' my di*k
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
b*tch I know, he layin' low, 'cause he, don't, want, smoke
b*tch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that sh*t was a rope
All my boy's hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with the fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had sh*t
You gotta love the way a young n*gga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin low, 'cause he, don't, want, smoke
[Verse 1: Ethan Ross]
Say my name, lil' b*tch, do it justice
f*ck this, I'ma go abuse another substance
Cut with, a different cloth then the f*ck sh*t
Constant, panic on my mind from what I done did
On me, b*tch, I got bandz in my black jeans
Tight grip, pus*y be controlling, she a mad ting
Baffling, my haters broke, they say they fasting
All cap, yo' pockets dust, it’s embarrassing, yeah
Let me address it, shawty wear that dress just for me, I undress it she looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive
The way she throw it back is oh-so impressive
Uh, gonna be swinging fists, I’m dangerous to f*ck boys
I told him "Shut the f*ck up," I do not wanna hear one noise
I’m raging in the street with all goons we breaking windows
He said his gang outside, you ain’t outside you little b*tch ho
[Chorus: CARIO!]
Yo! Boy, you keep talkin' that sh*t
So if you really 'bout it pull up and don't flinch and let's go
I know you in love with that b*tch
Is she the one you callin' your wife? 'Cause that is my ho
And she keep suckin' my di*k
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch on her toes?
b*tch I know, he layin' low, 'cause he, don't, want, smoke
b*tch, I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that sh*t was a rope
All my boy's hittin' them licks
Either that, or they with the fiends and they sellin' that dope
And since we ain't never had sh*t
You gotta love the way a young n*gga been drippin' in gold
If he don't, he layin low, 'cause he, don't, want, smoke
(Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)