Paroles de la chanson Smoking Pt. 2 par
[French Montana, Rick Ross]
Coke Boys, Coke Boys
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts
Who am I to tell you different? You only live once
Stack riches, toting big drums
And fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones
You must be going blind (Can't see me)
You know I love it, yeah
[Rick Ross]
Water fall on the wall, don't you get amazed
Max B home, you can hear the waves
Dope boy born for the center stage
Twenty Maybachs on the interstate
Coke Boys, Coke Boys
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts
Who am I to tell you different? You only live once
Stack riches, toting big drums
And fuck who tell you different, bitch, we the ones
You must be going blind (Can't see me)
You know I love it, yeah
[Rick Ross]
Water fall on the wall, don't you get amazed
Max B home, you can hear the waves
Dope boy born for the center stage
Twenty Maybachs on the interstate
Diamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa
One Tupac, nigga, 2 Hoppas
Big Mobb nigga, guess who shot you
Top down, paka, paka, paka, paka
Spent 5 million for the wrist wear
My nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year
You got the same watch that my bitch wear
And my Virgil Air 1s, on my sixth pair (Maybach Music)
[Max B]
My niggas in a bar smokin' (smoke)
Got my niggas in the car smokin' (smoke)
We got the broads hopin' waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy
Nigga even though the stars paved me
We working hard, baby, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
One Tupac, nigga, 2 Hoppas
Big Mobb nigga, guess who shot you
Top down, paka, paka, paka, paka
Spent 5 million for the wrist wear
My nigga shit, yeah, and I'm talking this year
You got the same watch that my bitch wear
And my Virgil Air 1s, on my sixth pair (Maybach Music)
[Max B]
My niggas in a bar smokin' (smoke)
Got my niggas in the car smokin' (smoke)
We got the broads hopin' waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy
Nigga even though the stars paved me
We working hard, baby, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
[French Montana]
Rozay
Don Velli
Montana
They ain't with us on the ride, gotta watch 'em sink
Hit the stu', grab the pen, it's the holy ghost of chinx
Got a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold
My chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold
And you can ask the New York streets, we the culture
From the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you
Fourth quarter shooter in the three-quarter mink
Before my music hit the movies, been the legend with the syncing
Riding 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat
I ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)
Making hit after hit, we in the trophy room
Cosmos, French Riviera, coming soon
[Max B]
My niggas in a bar smokin' (smoke)
Got my niggas in the car smokin' (smoke)
We got the broads hopin, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next come)
Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy
Nigga even though the stars paved me
We working hard, baby, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
[Max B]
Rozay, what's good?
I ain't get rich at once, got it piece by piece (Coke Boys)
Making hit after hit, we in the trophy room
Cosmos, French Riviera, coming soon
[Max B]
My niggas in a bar smokin' (smoke)
Got my niggas in the car smokin' (smoke)
We got the broads hopin, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next come)
Yeah, nigga, my bars are wavy
Nigga even though the stars paved me
We working hard, baby, waiting on the next to come (Waiting on the next to come)
[Max B]
Rozay, what's good?
Montana, let's go
Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai
Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive
Point 5, my drive won't find my strive
It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots
Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes
And I always give the wave every time I try
Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry
And I wear a seat belt every time I ride
I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route
Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out
The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts
You rap niggas ass, with no clout
Can't see me
[French Montana, Max B]
You must be going blind (Can't see me)
Yo, my shit slaps on the coast of Dubai
Got a license to kill, I got a license to drive
Point 5, my drive won't find my strive
It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my shots
Sport thousand-dollar shades when I hide my eyes
And I always give the wave every time I try
Aye, pops, yo' boy brave, at times, I cry
And I wear a seat belt every time I ride
I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route
Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out
The hell with the slow routes, the hell with the rollouts
You rap niggas ass, with no clout
Can't see me
[French Montana, Max B]
You must be going blind (Can't see me)