Mr.Løko - Real Smoker

Ima real smoker
I was born with a pack
Ian into fashion
I been throwin away the tags
I been wit the bitches
They say "boy you ate that"
Had to change the fit
All them hoes really wack
Ion fuck wit her ion really fuck wit them
Pull up like the joker
Blow it up and leave laughing
My dream is to be THE rap king
Off screen I see you then we blasting
45 is automatic
Drop down do not panic
Glocky got a felony
Quicky turn the block static
Bitch I had the recipe
Cook it up and leave em blended
Imma fuck ya friend yea
Know you love me, can't forget it
Sorry girly I been flexin
Diamonds in my necklace hittin
I fell in the water, Ian drown ima swim in it
Tec for protection
Leave his body restin
I been wit ya daughter
Ain't seen my face but Im still in it
Apologies my lord
Beat a case while im still sin-ing
Sent you up a angel
But he claim that he been demon
Bitch just be original
You talking but I don't feel it
Yea he talk to much
Set him up cause he feel snitch-y
Bitches act so fake
Always wonder why you so switchy
Tweaking of a pill
Turn me up and change the whole feelin
I been in the grind
Had to run me up a whole million
Hold on gimme time
Gotta roll one up real quick
Ima real smoker
I was born with a pack
Ian into fashion
I been throwin away the tags
I been wit the bitches
They say "boy you ate that"
Had to change the fit
All them hoes really wack
Ion fuck wit her ion really fuck wit them
Ion like that fake shit you can stay wit him
Talking on my name i make em disappear
Ion fuck wit lames I leave you in the field
Dead man walking, put a bounty on his head
She ask "you vamp?", got a cup full of red
Fuck what you heard and fuck what he said
It's me against the world I'll do it all again
Remember sending shots
Ya whole block fled
You be doing drive bys
Ima do a walkthrough
Step up to ya man's
Treat em like his rent due
Kick him to curb
Now he need someone to vent to
Pop a bean like a senzu
Brought me back to life
Then im gone end you
Now I'm posted wit ya wife
Yo bitch be on twitter
Selling pussy no suprise
But ima buy it once
Just to put your ass in line
Set em up, wet em up, leave em on a stretcher
Bet it up, knock 'em down, Never bet against the house
Had em begging for a round,Monet stack like double decker
Etc. etc., you all know what's next up
Ima real smoker
I was Born wit a pack
Ian into fashion
I been throwin away the tags
I been wit the bitches
They say "boy you ate that"
Had to change the fit
All them hoes really wack
Ion fuck wit her ion really fuck wit them
Pull up like the joker
Blow it up and leave laughing
My dream is to be THE rap king
Off screen I see you then we blasting

Written by:
Gabriel Cerda

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