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D Smoke

Gaspar Yanga

 

Gaspar Yanga

(アルバム: Black Habits - 2020)


Ayo, D Smoke
Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please?

Supa Good Smi-doke
D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official
I got these other niggas in quite a dill of a pickle
'Cause they bitch want me to pour champagne drip off the nipples
Get off, kick off the party, lift off and piss off the people
Who kiss up to the establishment, haven't you seen they ego?
Like me, no
I used to do this shit 'cause I loved it, busted for free though
I still do this shit for the love, but add another zero
A hero, in my city I'm Diddy mixed with Rico
Strong, I throw this dick at my lady like it's a free throw
Long time, me love you, designed by heat and struggle
With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers
They never seen nothing like me

Where your roots run?
Smoke, he talking that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood)
We can do something
Bro keep talking that shit, you just might move something
Apply that pressure (Pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure
Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Am I wrong for putting us on? You would if you could
In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood
Grey poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your jug'
Throwing stones, you never atone, now look at you
Supero mitos, rico
Jugando ese juego with the cheat code
Las salud es llave, vengo de grandes principios
Hidrando my body, wake up and throw back a Zico
Hop up in the morning, get a waffle at the Roscoes on Manchester
I ain't gotta head to Pico
Aunque soy sano no puedo decirlo de mis hermanos
Si andan tirados, turn you into chorizo, we go
Stupid, man, it's ludicrous (Ludicrous)
Give my girl a kiss and start playing all in her uterus, zero
People did it like me before, the world is new to this
Red City, nigga, plenty homies in the blue division
I did my homework and my rudiments
I made my dome work and stayed true to all my hooligans
Now I travel where I want regardless of the destination
And if you don't know your way, you just might need an invitation

Where your roots run?
Smoke, he talking that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood)
We can do something
Bro keep talking that shit, you just might move something
Apply that pressure (Pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure
Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure

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