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LOVEMEFRVR - LONE+SMOKE Lyrics



LOVEMEFRVR - LONE+SMOKE Lyrics
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Yeah
I get my hands dirty
Never been a bitch
Stand on business
Even if it's with God
Yeah
I wake up every morning
Look me in the mirror and tell me to keep beating the odds
Aye
This shit in you
Not on you
Don't get it mistaken
Be putting shit on like a boss
Put em on pause
Shoot with no cause
We playing Russian roulette in the dark
I'm pulling the strings like Morello
My shooter a tin man
I tell em to aim for they hearts
Straight from the ghetto
I wasn't posed to be here
Whoever behind the screen hit the applause
I need a
Aye
Now they need a reason to think that I'm flawed
I'm way too good at the shit that I do
Calculated with this
Hard to pick it apart
Way I be bleeding shit out need a gauze
Piecing this verse like it came from the stars
Been at this shit for too long but I still got it in me
A dog you can't take to the park
All bite no bark
Put in work
Played my part
Only negatives is MyChart
F*ck is they talking bout
Know how many I done birthed with my art
Know how many came to me for a start
Behind these curtains ain't no Wizard of Oz
A fraud could never think to do what I does
Since a jit them people knew what it was
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Lil bitch I'm mad again
Back in my bag again
Just text my lawyer to tax them labels
This year Anita Max Wynn
Yeah yeah
I'm talking Drake numbers
Been the bar the last eight summers
Enough bars to last eight summers
Way I done came through with pipes
Time to clear this shit out
I'm exposing the cracks like a great plumber
Oh my god
Oh my oh my
Got some shit on my chest like a bird flew by
Bout to shit on these hoes like a trip to Dubai
Big dawg we a never see eye to eye
Fee Fi Fo Fum on they foreheads
Better come correct
Might just slap a pussy nigga
Call it co-ed
All that talking lit a fuse
Threw a grenade in the booth
Leave them members banging blue even yelling out code red
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
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English

Yeah
I get my hands dirty
Never been a bitch
Stand on business
Even if it's with God
Yeah
I wake up every morning
Look me in the mirror and tell me to keep beating the odds
Aye
This shit in you
Not on you
Don't get it mistaken
Be putting shit on like a boss
Put em on pause
Shoot with no cause
We playing Russian roulette in the dark
I'm pulling the strings like Morello
My shooter a tin man
I tell em to aim for they hearts
Straight from the ghetto
I wasn't posed to be here
Whoever behind the screen hit the applause
I need a
Aye
Now they need a reason to think that I'm flawed
I'm way too good at the shit that I do
Calculated with this
Hard to pick it apart
Way I be bleeding shit out need a gauze
Piecing this verse like it came from the stars
Been at this shit for too long but I still got it in me
A dog you can't take to the park
All bite no bark
Put in work
Played my part
Only negatives is MyChart
F*ck is they talking bout
Know how many I done birthed with my art
Know how many came to me for a start
Behind these curtains ain't no Wizard of Oz
A fraud could never think to do what I does
Since a jit them people knew what it was
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Lil bitch I'm mad again
Back in my bag again
Just text my lawyer to tax them labels
This year Anita Max Wynn
Yeah yeah
I'm talking Drake numbers
Been the bar the last eight summers
Enough bars to last eight summers
Way I done came through with pipes
Time to clear this shit out
I'm exposing the cracks like a great plumber
Oh my god
Oh my oh my
Got some shit on my chest like a bird flew by
Bout to shit on these hoes like a trip to Dubai
Big dawg we a never see eye to eye
Fee Fi Fo Fum on they foreheads
Better come correct
Might just slap a pussy nigga
Call it co-ed
All that talking lit a fuse
Threw a grenade in the booth
Leave them members banging blue even yelling out code red
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
F*ck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
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Writer: Carlos Vazquez
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Performed By: LOVEMEFRVR
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Carlos Vazquez
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