[00:00.00] 作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
[00:03.25]You it, I'm it, everybody it
[00:05.21]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[00:08.20]We want, I want smoke
[00:09.73]We want all the smoke
[00:17.81]Yeah he just, he just breaking up the ice
[00:21.31]We leaning, facts
[00:24.40]Yeah
[00:25.14]Slatt
[00:25.63]Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
[00:27.45]Every ***** out my city became a boss (became)
[00:30.49]Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
[00:33.57]Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie
[00:35.36]Trade you off (let's go)
[00:36.82]Green and white like Celtics
[00:38.14]Don't play with me
[00:38.73]Play with a fork (play with a woo)
[00:40.22]I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)
[00:43.49]I been eatin' me some ******
[00:44.73]Oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
[00:46.78]I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
[00:49.70]Blowed your college fund on my ***** (where woo woo)
[00:52.93]Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns(brrt)
[00:56.65]Left out of school, start selling rocks
[00:58.12]Bought me a drop (skrt)
[00:59.72]Cartier frames, Cartier rings,
[01:01.39]Cartier socks (on god)
[01:03.08]Homicide gang
[01:03.84]They gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
[01:06.44]Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)
[01:09.50]My dog rock a Rollie in the feds *****
[01:11.14]And still move blocks (racks)
[01:12.83]We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what)
[01:16.27]Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps
[01:18.74]We want all the smoke (yeah)
[01:20.25]We want all the smoke (yeah)
[01:21.77]We want all the smoke (yeah)
[01:23.33]We want all the smoke (aw yeah)
[01:25.04]We want all the smoke (yeah)
[01:26.62]We want all the smoke (yeah)
[01:28.28]We want all the smoke (huh)
[01:29.97]This money turning me on, ayy
[01:33.07]This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
[01:35.82]I'm thinkin' out loud
[01:36.72]But these hundreds got a ***** gone
[01:38.55]Woo, far gone, I'm so gone on it
[01:44.41]Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
[01:47.63]Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
[01:50.82]Lift it up, cash all on your *****
[01:52.23]She on the living room floor, yeah
[01:53.82]Having a private party, you know how that go
[01:56.65]Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
[02:00.50]I'm in the backyard feeding deers
[02:02.01]I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals
[02:03.75]I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
[02:06.96]I missed a couple shows for my deal
[02:08.61]If I could take it back I will
[02:10.20]And don't you take that to the hat
[02:11.91]You know I got you in my will
[02:13.40]Told big dog bring them bricks in
[02:15.20]Got a hundred more in the crib
[02:16.81]Make the **** do the windmill
[02:18.21]***** swing through Actavis
[02:19.92]In a corner too, I'm killed
[02:21.66]And I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayy
[02:24.06]I told my *****, no more ass shots
[02:26.75]She stopped all the way like a stop sign
[02:28.86]When it's traffic time
[02:30.16]My diamonds go around like Budweiser(like Budweiser)
[02:34.05]Count a half a mil with my *****
[02:35.20]Now her feelings sloppy
[02:36.84]Came up out the projects, ain't have *****t (on god)
[02:40.66]I wiped a *****'s nose for a ticket (slime)
[02:43.47]Hit it from the back (kill it)
[02:44.79]Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
[02:46.69]How you dig that?
[02:47.57]Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy
[02:49.72]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[02:53.03]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[02:56.33]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[02:59.65]We want all the smoke
[03:01.32]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[03:04.46]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[03:07.81]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
[03:11.03]We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke

作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jeffery Williams
You it, I'm it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just, he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt
Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
Every ***** out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie
Trade you off (let's go)
Green and white like Celtics
Don't play with me
Play with a fork (play with a woo)
I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)
I been eatin' me some ******
Oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my ***** (where woo woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns(brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks
Bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings,
Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang
They gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds *****
And still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what)
Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps
We want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I'm thinkin' out loud
But these hundreds got a ***** gone
Woo, far gone, I'm so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your *****
She on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I'm in the backyard feeding deers
I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don't you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in
Got a hundred more in the crib
Make the **** do the windmill
***** swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I'm killed
And I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayy
I told my *****, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign
When it's traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser(like Budweiser)
Count a half a mil with my *****
Now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain't have *****t (on god)
I wiped a *****'s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke