Gucci Mane – No Smoke (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)



[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke



Gucci Mane – No Smoke Lyrics



[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

Meek Mill – Blue Notes letras

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues

Meek Mill – Blue Notes lyrics

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues

Meek Mill – Blue Notes

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues

A Boogie & Don Q – Floyd Mayweather

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Had to stop writing you back
Too young for a fucking attachment
I’m like a biker with swag
Zippers on my jacket like I’m Michael Jackson
If you put a knife in my back yeah I promise this gon be the fucking last one
I make a hit every track
Every one I make I say that I got one
Putting the x on the map
You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her
I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama
The face in my rollie is black
Ima flood it up whenever the time come
Most of my hoodies are black
I was trapping before I was a rapper
I got off my ass and I ran it up
That sum in my stash was a hundred bucks
Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck
Niggas need classes to study us
I tell her don’t front and she back it up
These hundreds is lifting my mattress up
You wifing a thot and she acting up
You niggas be fucking the package up
My jeans are Armani I swag it up
I got the collection I madden up
Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where im coming from
I want you to see it ain’t no one on one
I want you to know I don’t give a fuck
I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Lil bitch
Come and suck a nigga dick lil bitch
My groupie love when sky rocket
Extra condoms in my side pocket
She came to the show with her man
She left with the gang while he was outside watching
I put that hoe in a lamb i’m cutting through lanes she calling me phsychotic
I put a 4 in a can I’m tryna stay up off the drink so i drive nodded
I pull up my jacket it’s Rick Owen
My neck freezing and my wrist snowing
You niggas look like lick though
Wassup with that pussy, Ya bitch going
They know im important I don’t got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me
They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings
I left with like 6 on me
I hear the lies in the rooms when are you guys gonna do?
Reach for this watch boy you stupid
Please do not die over music
Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour
We pumped out the housing you wasn’t allowed in
Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds
Need a foreign that gon come with no milage
I got that bag and I ran through it
Come to the field bitch I’m Cam Newton
I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it
I jump out the van shooting
They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it
I still got them grams moving
20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving
They told me I can’t do it

A Boogie & Don Q – Floyd Mayweather Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Had to stop writing you back
Too young for a fucking attachment
I’m like a biker with swag
Zippers on my jacket like I’m Michael Jackson
If you put a knife in my back yeah I promise this gon be the fucking last one
I make a hit every track
Every one I make I say that I got one
Putting the x on the map
You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her
I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama
The face in my rollie is black
Ima flood it up whenever the time come
Most of my hoodies are black
I was trapping before I was a rapper
I got off my ass and I ran it up
That sum in my stash was a hundred bucks
Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck
Niggas need classes to study us
I tell her don’t front and she back it up
These hundreds is lifting my mattress up
You wifing a thot and she acting up
You niggas be fucking the package up
My jeans are Armani I swag it up
I got the collection I madden up
Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where im coming from
I want you to see it ain’t no one on one
I want you to know I don’t give a fuck
I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Lil bitch
Come and suck a nigga dick lil bitch
My groupie love when sky rocket
Extra condoms in my side pocket
She came to the show with her man
She left with the gang while he was outside watching
I put that hoe in a lamb i’m cutting through lanes she calling me phsychotic
I put a 4 in a can I’m tryna stay up off the drink so i drive nodded
I pull up my jacket it’s Rick Owen
My neck freezing and my wrist snowing
You niggas look like lick though
Wassup with that pussy, Ya bitch going
They know im important I don’t got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me
They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings
I left with like 6 on me
I hear the lies in the rooms when are you guys gonna do?
Reach for this watch boy you stupid
Please do not die over music
Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour
We pumped out the housing you wasn’t allowed in
Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds
Need a foreign that gon come with no milage
I got that bag and I ran through it
Come to the field bitch I’m Cam Newton
I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it
I jump out the van shooting
They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it
I still got them grams moving
20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving
They told me I can’t do it