All the Smoke Songtext
von PHRESHER

Woo
Stupid, woo

Gucci bag, Fendi bag, she fly (Yeah)
Hop in the Jag′, do 60, dashin' by (Yeah)
That my bitch, so don′t try (That my bitch)
Designer drip 'til I die (Designer drip)
Tell a hater suck a dick and die (Suck a dick)
Tell a hater suck a dick and die (Suck a dick)
Yeah, nigga want all the smoke (I want all the smoke, yeah)
Yeah, I want all the smoke (I want all the smoke)


You can tell all your folks (Yeah)
Somebody tell the priest (Priest)
Might wanna call the Pope (Pope)
I got that bread on me (Yeah)
We in the mall with toast
So fuck that's your clique, clique (Clique)
Nigga bought all the soap (Yeah)
Gotta feed the fam (Fam)
Take care of all the woes (All the woes)
Fuck you and your status (Fuck your status)
I already got all the dough (All the dough)
First you ain′t want a nigga (You ain′t want a nigga)
Now she wanna call the most (Now she wanna call the most)
Now I don't need your help (Now I don′t need your help)
You can take all the rope (You can take all the rope)
I'm runnin′ this shit like a principal (Yeah)
You runnin' in place on elliptical (Yeah)
My daddy raised me by different rules (Woo)
Show love, but don′t get the reciprocal (Yeah)
I know that they hatin', it's typical (They hatin′)
You mad ′cause your life is despicable (Yeah)
They praisin' my work like it′s biblical (Yeah)
You can see that I trap, yeah, it's visible (Yeah, yeah)
Damn, I′m the man (I'm the man)
I do what I want, you do what you can (Do what you can)
I′m throwin' cream, the whips and ham (Throwin' it)
Them wanna learn (Yeah)
I′m all about makin′ my money expand
I don't understand, you really a fan, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Bigger than you and your fam
Quit talkin′ 'bout blocks that you never ran (Yeah)
All my bitches be tatted (Tatted)
They suck dick with no hands (No hands)
Make that shit disappear (Abracadabra)
I′m talkin' out like designer (Out like designer)
MIA like a flight to the yoppers (Flight to the yoppers)
And my niggas don′t all be scammers (All be scammers)
Got the snipers on top of the mountain (Top of the mountain)
Have you stuck like I be gone (Yeah)
I be gone (Woo)
White on white skinny jeans and I show god (Show god)
I play my cards right, fuck the poker (Fuck the poker)
Vodka on me, in love with the coca (Love with the coca)
You mad 'cause you broke, then get a job (Get a job)
I need a Pamper (Yeah)
Fuck a co-sign, I don't need no stamper (Yeah)
I′m from the ′Bamas, it's hotter than Tampa (Yeah)
We get it poppin′ like verse of the Fanta (Yeah)
Hit up Jimmy, he know I'm a vamper (Yeah)
Swervin′ through traffic, watch out for the cameras (Yeah)
I'm bustin′ these moves, but I ain't a dancer (Yeah)
You wasn't around when I had to land some shit
So fuck that shit you tell us (Tell us)
I′m at the teller, you teller (Teller)
I ain′t with all the yellin' (Yellin′)
Hands out the watermelon (Baow)
If you tryna talk, get melters (Melters)
What the fuck you really gon' tell us? (Gon′ tell us)
We up, you niggas is jealous (Jealous)
You old and oversellin' (Woah, woah)
That′s why you always fuckin' yellin', you bitch ass nigga
I got the streets goin′ cuckoo (Cuckoo)
Got money off the ads, that′s beaucoup (That's beaucoup)
Them suits in the booth, that′s a tutu (That's a tutu)
Your dawgs ain′t even got a boost suit (Boost suit)
You a bitch ass nigga with a tutu (You a bitch)
These niggas too fake, that's fufu (You a fool)
Act up, this shit′ll get through you (Get through you)
Got rock in the cut like it's Sasha Versace (Versace, Versace)
Designer all over my body (My body)
Your girl wanna ride me, you got it (You got it)
I'm one of a kind, you copy (You copy)
She give me that neck, tube socks (Tube socks)
We don′t do six-nine, that′s Akash (True)
Bitch sayin' that I′m movin' wacky (Wacky)
So I give it to her, A$AP Rocky (Rocky)
When I hit it, she fuckin′ yell (Fuckin' yell)
Come clean and suck me well (Suck me well)
I′m not tight to fuckin' tell (Fuckin' tell)
I could not fuckin′ tell (Yeah)
Hard dick and nothin′ else (Nothin' else)
Can never be somethin′ else (Somethin' else)
I can never be stuck in jail (Stuck in jail)
She gon′ put up the bail (Yeah, bitch)

Woo
Gucci bag, Fendi bag, she fly (Yeah)
Hop in the Jag', do 60, dashin′ by (Yeah)
That my bitch, so don't try (That my bitch)
Designer drip 'til I die (Designer drip)
Tell a hater suck a dick and die (Suck a dick)
Tell a hater suck a dick and die (Suck a dick)
Yeah, nigga want all the smoke (I want all the smoke, yeah)
Yeah, I want all the smoke (I want all the smoke)