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Smoke Strong - YoungBoy Never Broke Again 「Lyrics」

Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)


Smoke Strong 「Lyrics」 - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon' dump it, I ain't runnin', nah

[Verse 1]
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack


Look, you gon' get your dome smashed
You know that I'm on that
Know she can't knock him, I keep movin' her big booty
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us
Don't care 'bout where I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
Dump a nigga, step on somethin'



[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon' dump it, I ain't runnin', nah

[Verse 2]
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Tryna speak, don't even waste time 'cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolen rifle from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up


Oh I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon' dump it, I ain't runnin', nah

[Verse 3]
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Wow"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit that I, burn out tires


It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the roof lettin' off that fire
She one hundred, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take a troll, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind

[Chorus]
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I gon' dump it, I ain't runnin', nah