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Smoke (yeah) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ysl.ques
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Marques Fisher Jr




Ysl.ques - Smoke (yeah) Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money for hair and her nails
Free my dad, I ain't put up for bail

Different nigga, I know I'll prevail
TB12, throw it deep in the field
I don't give no f*ck how you feel
In my lane, I'm remaining all real

I don't be on the gram and I ran this shit up
I do this shit in I.R.L
I sit in the corner, they ask why I'm stuck
I'm all loaded up off of pills

She want a Van Cleef on her arm
She ain't lucky, still gave her a charm
Saying f*ck me, don't know what I'm doing
Come on over, won't set the alarm

I'm geeking, don't f*ck with these niggas or bitches
I'm all out the way, they don't know how I'm doing
Shit, I'm trying to go roll em
I'm pushing a beamer in the US

I'm whipping a foreign
Shit, I'm all in her head
I tell her I miss her, don't miss her
This bitch really boring

Shit, he don't got a cat
It's a V6 in a V8 and this bitch really roaring
Shit, I don't want no friend
I just want some M's

The shit that they do not important
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I hate you niggas
Tryna slay you niggas
Slit y'all throat and slit y'all wrist

Can't nobody save you niggas
I might put this shit all on your head to take you niggas off
And I ain't never ran from no nigga
If I do, cut my legs off

Treat him like Zach, know I Randolph
Punch the clock, but still a boss
These niggas weird, just cut them off
I changed my number, don't want talk

Same name, but you're not this Ques, my nigga
Drop that shit, you bet not drop it
That's a reach lil nigga
Tried to be cordial with y'all niggas

Y'all ain't want no peace, my nigga
And I ain't dissing on no beat, my nigga
Want smoke, I'll hit you up direct
I'm trying to see bout niggas

Say you want smoke, better talk to God before the reaper get him
I'm Ques come meet the reaper, nigga
OG still smoking reefer, nigga
I still ain't hit my peak, my nigga

I heard what they said about me
Tryna step on me
Tryna cut they feet, lil' nigga
I'm Ques, know, I'm just me

Go crazy when it's beef
You a blood, don't get no f*ck
I'm trying to beat you till you C, that you can't f*ck with me

F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it

F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it
Talk about smoke know I want it
F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it
Talk about smoke know I want it
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money for hair and her nails
Free my dad, I ain't put up for bail

Different nigga, I know I'll prevail
TB12, throw it deep in the field
I don't give no f*ck how you feel
In my lane, I'm remaining all real

I don't be on the gram and I ran this shit up
I do this shit in I.R.L
I sit in the corner, they ask why I'm stuck
I'm all loaded up off of pills

She want a Van Cleef on her arm
She ain't lucky, still gave her a charm
Saying f*ck me, don't know what I'm doing
Come on over, won't set the alarm

I'm geeking, don't f*ck with these niggas or bitches
I'm all out the way, they don't know how I'm doing
Shit, I'm trying to go roll em
I'm pushing a beamer in the US

I'm whipping a foreign
Shit, I'm all in her head
I tell her I miss her, don't miss her
This bitch really boring

Shit, he don't got a cat
It's a V6 in a V8 and this bitch really roaring
Shit, I don't want no friend
I just want some M's

The shit that they do not important
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I hate you niggas
Tryna slay you niggas
Slit y'all throat and slit y'all wrist

Can't nobody save you niggas
I might put this shit all on your head to take you niggas off
And I ain't never ran from no nigga
If I do, cut my legs off

Treat him like Zach, know I Randolph
Punch the clock, but still a boss
These niggas weird, just cut them off
I changed my number, don't want talk

Same name, but you're not this Ques, my nigga
Drop that shit, you bet not drop it
That's a reach lil nigga
Tried to be cordial with y'all niggas

Y'all ain't want no peace, my nigga
And I ain't dissing on no beat, my nigga
Want smoke, I'll hit you up direct
I'm trying to see bout niggas

Say you want smoke, better talk to God before the reaper get him
I'm Ques come meet the reaper, nigga
OG still smoking reefer, nigga
I still ain't hit my peak, my nigga

I heard what they said about me
Tryna step on me
Tryna cut they feet, lil' nigga
I'm Ques, know, I'm just me

Go crazy when it's beef
You a blood, don't get no f*ck
I'm trying to beat you till you C, that you can't f*ck with me

F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it

F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it
Talk about smoke know I want it
F*ck it
Talk about smoke know I want it
Talk about smoke know I'm on it
Talk about smoke know I want it
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Writer: Marques Fisher Jr
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