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[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I'm it, everybody it
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (How it 'posed to)
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, smoke
Yeah he just, he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt
[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (Became)
Dolce, Rollie, 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 woop)
I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' you (Ooh)
I could eat me some heroin or buy a brick (Yeah, yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (Yeah)
Blowed your college fund (Where?), on my bitch (Woo, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (Brrt)
Left out of school, started selling rocks, bought me a drop (Skrrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (On God)
About this track
"All da Smoke" is a song by Future from the album SUPER SLIMEY, released in 2017. The song was written by Daniel East, Future, Richie Souf, Young Thug. It was produced by Daniel East, Richie Souf.
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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, nigga, and still move blocks (Facts)
We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWAT's (In the where?)
Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
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)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
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 nigga gone (Woo)
Far gone, I'm so gone on it
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go'n and lift it up, yeah yeah (Lift it up)
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor (Yeah)
Having a private party, you know how that go (Let go)
Music all in my ears (Yeah), instruments in my ears (What)
I'm in the backyard feeding deers (Then what?)
I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals (Then what?)
I got pom-poms in my rear (Woo)
Chanel CoCo in my dear (CoCo)
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will (If I could take it back on 'em)
And don't you take that to the head (No)
You know I got you in my will (Yeah)
Told big dawg bring the bricks in
Got a hundred more at the crib (Ayy)
Make the dope do the windmill (Yeah)
Nigga swing through at your wheels (Brrt)
They done quoted two on killed
And I was in Miami countin' a mil' (Ayy)
I told my bitch, "No more ass shots"
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser (Like Budweiser)
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy (Yeah, yeah)
Came up out the projects, ain't have shit, yeah (On God)
I wiped a nigga nose for a ticket (Slime)
Hit it from the back (Yeah)
Make her say slime, say slatt (Yeah, yeah)
How you dig that?
Whipped up the fish Parkay and got racks, ayy
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke (Yeah)
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
We want all the smoke
[Outro: Young Thug]
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
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