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Young Smoke
Smokey World Pt. 2

[Intro]
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again

[Chorus]
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
Ain't no hoe in him, my murder blood, I saw the shots they throw again
Put the [?], drive his soul to the Heavens gates I chauffeured him
Five, four, three, two, one, my haters throw again
Nine kids, one house, I had to make it out no problem
We on a mission, I look back, my brodie, I lost him
He the boss, no big boss could Rick Ross him
Trеat a bitch like hot potato, hit it then we toss 'еm

[Verse]
Uppin' that fire, how can we fail my man, fall into a grave
They don't know, but this a private plane, just don't understand
On my guys, I put VVS, all my diamonds they hittin'
Brother 'nem stressed won't smoke a pair, he just want smoke 'em lik a strand
He just be 'bout it
They ask me if I'm good, they hardly know me
And on god, I had no father like Don Corleone
Trap hard, [?], sun up like where it started
Six to five, I cannot be the [?] when I die
They like come outside
We put a [?] on a Glock, they feel like come outside
[Chorus]
I send it in, they told me spin, I go again
Ain't no hoe in him, my murder blood, I saw the shots they throw again
Put the [?], drive his soul to the Heavens gates I chauffeured him
Five, four, three, two, one, my haters throw again
Nine kids, one house, I had to make it out no problem
We on a mission, I look back, my brodie, I lost him
He the boss, no big boss could Rick Ross him
Treat a bitch like hot potato, hit it then we toss 'em