Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke



[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke



FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics



[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

THEY. – What You Want

[Verse 1]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
Good genes got you thick on, like, both sides
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you slick, but I know the way
Young nigga rich, you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them ass and titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the park, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

THEY. – What You Want

[Verse 1]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
[?]
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you sweet but I know you ain’t
[?], you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them matching titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the bar, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

RiFF RaFF – Care Free (Balloween Album) letras

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

[Verse: RiFF RAFF]
Big plans, holograms
Big jewels, big dreams in the candy yam
[?] sliced like ham
I’m on, I’m okay now
Let the top down on the good side of town
I’m just diamond mouth
I’m just five car garages three story house
Flash back I had to sit in corner, time out (Time out mister)
Now the neighbor ask me to come over [?]
I sleep on ‘sace couch
I’m a chef now, arms look like two swans (They do)
Oh shit look who it is, the white Barry Bonds
In front yard jacuzzi with the new broad (She naked)
Watch over me so I could be care free
I could be care free

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

Zaytoven – Havin It (feat. Future) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
Yeah, hey
(We really havin’ paper)
Lil Mexico shit nigga
(I’m talkin’ bout we havin’ real bands in this shit, you dig?)

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks
[Verse 1: Future]
Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
50,000 on a bad bitch
Keep a .5 in a mattress
Fuck that bitch, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I’ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on everyday
Upper Echelon everyday
Get the funds on everyday
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon’ get into all the fame daddy
Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Verse 2: Maceo]
You can tell I’m havin’ bitch, I ain’t gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin’ red diamonds, you rockin’ the rhinestones
Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m gettin’ my grind on
These niggas just hate that I’m gettin’ it
Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wonderin’ where the stash at
We robbin’ (?) no handgun
I’ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain’t back with a check?
You think I ain’t got no finesse?
You think my niggas ain’t killers?
You think that my niggas won’t aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I’m havin’ it
Bands in and I’m taxin’ it

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you