Smoke Lyrics – Citrate
Singer: Citrate
Title: Smoke
Rolling up the dope i’m boutta fly
Slowly losing hope i always cry
Oh he want some smoke he boutta die
Lonely i can’t cope i wanna die
Rolling up the dope i’m boutta fly
Slowly losing hope i always cry
Oh he want some smoke he boutta die
Lonely i can’t cope i wanna die
I cry, i don’t care bout the times
I didn’t care bout your mind
Why do you scare off my mind?
Why do you scare off my mind?
Gun is on me stacking up narcotics
All i want is money in my hands, i’m stacking profit
All these p#ssies funny, they be acting like they lost it
Better go start running ’cause you’re lacking end up frosted
You be looking like a b#tch
Turning off your lights like switch
Boutta end your life real quick
Retta boutta pipe real quick
Really cannot tell what’s which
I don’t wanna dwell on this
Letting off a shell on snitch
You can go to hell, you snitch
Cuz that’s the way i go now that’s the way i see
Boutta lose control now pop the .223
Life is feeling cold now i don’t wanna freeze
Yeah, he boutta fold now, hollows make him bleed
Rolling up the dope i’m boutta fly
Slowly losing hope i always cry
Oh he want some smoke he boutta die
Lonely i can’t cope i wanna die
Rolling up the dope i’m boutta fly
Slowly losing hope i always cry
Oh he want some smoke he boutta die
Lonely i can’t cope i wanna die
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