All The Smoke – Tyla Yaweh

Letra da música All The Smoke. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Tyla Yaweh.

Hitmaka
Sound!
Ayy, Benjamin he got benjamins
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more (more)
I be up high, but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah (yeah), ‘Ventador, yeah
She might wanna ride but it better be a foreign, yeah
Make it roar, yeah (yeah), yeah
Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors (doors)
Takin’ what you want from me (me)
Tell her “Bitch, throw it back like it’s all yours” (yours)
Lock it up and throw the key
Beat it up like a Nascar, auto sport
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more (more)
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Speedin’ in a Porsche (Porsche)
Livin’ life fast and goin’ all around the course (course)
In the competition, got the ball in my court
Scream “Fuck the opposition” every time that we score (score)
I’m the one and only with the rawest rapport (rawest rapport)
I ain’t crossed no twenties, like I bought from the store (yeah)
Gunna bought the Pucci and that juicy Catour
We made a rated movie
Had her pussy a lil’ soar (go back on tour)
I copped a new toy (toy)
They gon’ see the smoke, I change the mode, sport
Maybach to the yacht, left in a Rolls Royce
Shit on haters, they done left me no choice
She love me and said I make her so moist
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke (yeah)
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more (more)
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Okay
Dippin”, dodgin’ in and outta a new Ferrari (‘Rari)
I don’t want her, she be fuckin’ anybody (anybody)
If I’m in then I’ma drop the top on that
Yeah, she got a fatty, but her top is whack
I might hit her bestfriend, I’m somethin’ like a legend
I’m smokin’ on the kush, you could tell by how it’s smellin’
Say she got a curfew, gotta be home by 11
If I roll all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it
Fast car (hahaha), I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more (yeah)
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more