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Andre M Graham Jr - Smokin Lyrics

Ayo how I feel right now, I feel real wavy

Real greezy

Ayo Staten Island stand up!

Haha!

Mad I’m a Jackboy

Ayo they thought they lost me

Ayo you thought you was gonna get by?

And if a nickel bag sold in the park

I want in you hurd!

Yeah!

I know you mad I’m a Jackboy


My n*ggas they with that
Enough wit the chit-chat(What?)
Started that get back
Reflex twist caps(Get back)
My niggas did that (did that)
Ain’t got ask its a Big fact (big fact)
Who da f**k you n****s think you moving?
Better not slip
I’m coming out Booming
Rico slide, come out shooting
Chopper sit sideways
Not from Houston(Yeah)

Blow a check out
Pop two in him
Little b******d slide, I’m on ya(Where he go?)
Keep f*****g round, cutting corners(Corners!)
My hitters to the left of me, goners (Goners)

Hoping up inside ya grill(Whoa)
Rewire his whole jibs
Peter inside ya crib(Yo where it at?)
Buck 80 over the bridge
Care if you got kids
N***a that’s Big

Invisible sh*t
Look how you p***y
We real as get
Goonies, we pull up in whips
Squeezing the Sig
You know we did but huh?
Cop come we pleading the 5th(Yeah!)
Barrel inside the clip
Empty the clip
Reload the grip
Back on the strip
Stacking up chip
Coach, say he want bricks?(Say he want what?)

Hommie smoking
Run up on me
Know I’m holding
Automatic flowing(Uh)
In the streets, look, how it’s going(Yeah)

Drive the whip like it stolen(Yeah)
Give the finger to y’all be knowing
Cause you, cause you can’t hold me(Nope)
Fuse gotta be Blowing!(Uh)

Hommie smoking
Run up on me
Know I’m holding
Automatic flowing(Uh)
In the streets, look, how it’s going(Yeah)

Drive the whip like it stolen(Yeah)
Give the finger to y’all be knowing
Cause you, cause you can’t hold me(Nope)
Fuse gotta be Blowing!(Uh)
Look how I dodge, an I dip
Dodge, then I dipped(Pass me my cup baby)
Look how I dodged, an I dip
When I, come up
On the strip
Look how I dodge, an I dip(F*****g with a pimp you hurd)
Moving like a pimp
With a pocket full of chips right?

Slumped in the V
You don’t want it wit thee
Keep the 40 on me
For them nuts in a tree

Better run wit ya gee
Everything I dump
You n****s can keep
Ripping threw sheets

Who sick wit the beats?(Who sick wit the beats?)
Ight, come here man
Hit that n***a in his DM(That’s right)
Tell him give it to me(Yeah!)

Booming, Shooting, Looting, Cruising
Look at sh*t, an how it moving(Haha!)
Now we wining
See you loosing
Brand coupe(Uh, let’s go)
Got his boo in

Know we grip thee what is doing(What is you doing?)
One false move, have L.O put two in
Now he on a tee shirt
Printing, brewing
32, Patrick Ewing

Hommie smoking (Uh, yeah)
Run up on me
Know I’m holding
Automatic flowing(Uh)
In the streets, look, how it’s going(Yeah)

Drive the whip like it stolen(Yeah)
Give the finger to y’all be knowing
Cause you, cause you can’t hold me(Nope)
Fuse gotta be Blowing



Gotta hit me with the cha-cha now