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Brice Haiden - All the Smoke (Freestyle) Lyrics



Brice Haiden - All the Smoke (Freestyle) Lyrics




Your favorite rapper could never
Shit... Bars

I will not take any shit from you haters
I'm done with these hoes, and I'm done with these traitors
I got on my owns, now I'm stacking up paper
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a valuable player
Cause bitch, I'm a coach
Bitch, I'm the goat
Pop
I won't hit the roach
I hop off the porch
Hot
(Yeah)
Look at me
When I'm walking
I be swaggin'
(Yeah)
Go ahead and hop up on that bandwagon
(Yeah, yeah)
Go ahead and think you hot like a dragon
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, you is flaming
Cause you a faggot
They should've known just a little bit better
I'ma get better and better and better
I tried to tell her as soon as I met her
She gone get wetter and wetter and wetter
Drip like my diamonds
I'm so icy with my fit
God damn, I'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can not lie, I might just smack it Way I came up in the game and balled like I'm magic
Yes, I got that Maison Margiela on my jacket
Yes, I got that power to knock you out the bracket
Yes, I got that new Valentino
We ain't matching
Yes, I got that urge to hop on the beat and attack it

I hop on the beat and attack it
You talking that shit, but can't back it
I tap a dime and then dip
You getting cuffed by a ratchet
You're way too afraid to admit
You'd rather just bury the hatchet
Quit acting like you ain't a bitch
Or I'ma put you in a casket
Like a xanny plug, I got bars for days
You be throwing subs, say it to my face
You can't take no dubs
You a waste of space
In this rap game
It's a crying shame
Look at the Louis rug
In my house of pain
I'm like Everlast
Minus the L's he'd take
(Haha)
I'm like Danny boy
Might cause an earthquake
Or, I'm like Johnny Cash
Cause I got blues
Hey, also by the way
I heard 'yo hunnits fake
You flexing movie money
That shit is hella strange
And I think I'm to blame
Cause none of you fools could ever do what I do
It's plain and simple
Ball like DeRozan and James
I need my credentials
Off of the top no pencil
I leave you outlined, no stencil
I drop bombs
No, better yet... missiles
I got real diamonds, no crystals
I got that ak, no pistol
I do not play games, too official
All of your raps, too superficial
I put a RIP by your initials
(RIP)

I will not take any shit from you haters
I'm done with these hoes, and I'm done with these traitors
I got on my owns, now I'm stacking up paper
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a valuable player
Cause bitch, I'm a coach
Bitch, I'm the goat
Pop
I won't hit the roach
I hop off the porch
Hot
(Yeah)
Look at me
When I'm walking
I be swaggin'
(Yeah)
Go ahead and hop up on that bandwagon
(Yeah, yeah)
Go ahead and think you hot like a dragon
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, you is flaming
Cause you a faggot
They should've known just a little bit better
I'ma get better and better and better
I tried to tell her as soon as I met her
She gone get wetter and wetter and wetter
Drip like my diamonds
I'm so icy with my fit
God damn, I'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can not lie, I might just smack it Way I came up in the game and balled like I'm magic
Yes, I got that Maison Margiela on my jacket
Yes, I got that power to knock you out the bracket
Yes, I got that new Valentino
We ain't matching
Yes, I got that urge to hop on the beat and attack it

I came in the game and I'm f*cking it up
Say it like four, five, six times
It's crunch time, Like Dez Bryant
And I'm outta lines
Sike
But, I am outta line though
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a fine, hoe
Early morning
I wake up and grind, bro
I'm a beast on the beat
Rhino
Yeah
I don't need to blow a bag to have sauce
Yet, I could give a f*ck less bout the cost
Heh, shit
Damn, oh we going brazy?
That's a bet
My haters, they upset
I pull up with that tech
You better have 'yo vest
You bout to get stretched
And I ain't talking sex
And I don't care who's next
My rhymes are too complex
I'm leaning like a cholo, cause I'm off the syrup like Dex
Bitch, I confess I'm the best
So much better than the rest
But I digress
Wait one sec
Gotta get back to saving checks
Cause I'm broke
(Haha)
And I got jokes
(Yeah)
I'm not like these blokes
(Nope)
I want all the smoke
(One more time)
Bitch, I confess I'm the best
So much better than the rest
But I digress
Wait one sec
Gotta get back to saving checks
Cause I'm broke
(Haha)
And I got jokes
(Yeah)
I'm not like these blokes
(Nope)
I want all the smoke
All the smoke
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English

Your favorite rapper could never
Shit... Bars

I will not take any shit from you haters
I'm done with these hoes, and I'm done with these traitors
I got on my owns, now I'm stacking up paper
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a valuable player
Cause bitch, I'm a coach
Bitch, I'm the goat
Pop
I won't hit the roach
I hop off the porch
Hot
(Yeah)
Look at me
When I'm walking
I be swaggin'
(Yeah)
Go ahead and hop up on that bandwagon
(Yeah, yeah)
Go ahead and think you hot like a dragon
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, you is flaming
Cause you a faggot
They should've known just a little bit better
I'ma get better and better and better
I tried to tell her as soon as I met her
She gone get wetter and wetter and wetter
Drip like my diamonds
I'm so icy with my fit
God damn, I'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can not lie, I might just smack it Way I came up in the game and balled like I'm magic
Yes, I got that Maison Margiela on my jacket
Yes, I got that power to knock you out the bracket
Yes, I got that new Valentino
We ain't matching
Yes, I got that urge to hop on the beat and attack it

I hop on the beat and attack it
You talking that shit, but can't back it
I tap a dime and then dip
You getting cuffed by a ratchet
You're way too afraid to admit
You'd rather just bury the hatchet
Quit acting like you ain't a bitch
Or I'ma put you in a casket
Like a xanny plug, I got bars for days
You be throwing subs, say it to my face
You can't take no dubs
You a waste of space
In this rap game
It's a crying shame
Look at the Louis rug
In my house of pain
I'm like Everlast
Minus the L's he'd take
(Haha)
I'm like Danny boy
Might cause an earthquake
Or, I'm like Johnny Cash
Cause I got blues
Hey, also by the way
I heard 'yo hunnits fake
You flexing movie money
That shit is hella strange
And I think I'm to blame
Cause none of you fools could ever do what I do
It's plain and simple
Ball like DeRozan and James
I need my credentials
Off of the top no pencil
I leave you outlined, no stencil
I drop bombs
No, better yet... missiles
I got real diamonds, no crystals
I got that ak, no pistol
I do not play games, too official
All of your raps, too superficial
I put a RIP by your initials
(RIP)

I will not take any shit from you haters
I'm done with these hoes, and I'm done with these traitors
I got on my owns, now I'm stacking up paper
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a valuable player
Cause bitch, I'm a coach
Bitch, I'm the goat
Pop
I won't hit the roach
I hop off the porch
Hot
(Yeah)
Look at me
When I'm walking
I be swaggin'
(Yeah)
Go ahead and hop up on that bandwagon
(Yeah, yeah)
Go ahead and think you hot like a dragon
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, you is flaming
Cause you a faggot
They should've known just a little bit better
I'ma get better and better and better
I tried to tell her as soon as I met her
She gone get wetter and wetter and wetter
Drip like my diamonds
I'm so icy with my fit
God damn, I'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can not lie, I might just smack it Way I came up in the game and balled like I'm magic
Yes, I got that Maison Margiela on my jacket
Yes, I got that power to knock you out the bracket
Yes, I got that new Valentino
We ain't matching
Yes, I got that urge to hop on the beat and attack it

I came in the game and I'm f*cking it up
Say it like four, five, six times
It's crunch time, Like Dez Bryant
And I'm outta lines
Sike
But, I am outta line though
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a fine, hoe
Early morning
I wake up and grind, bro
I'm a beast on the beat
Rhino
Yeah
I don't need to blow a bag to have sauce
Yet, I could give a f*ck less bout the cost
Heh, shit
Damn, oh we going brazy?
That's a bet
My haters, they upset
I pull up with that tech
You better have 'yo vest
You bout to get stretched
And I ain't talking sex
And I don't care who's next
My rhymes are too complex
I'm leaning like a cholo, cause I'm off the syrup like Dex
Bitch, I confess I'm the best
So much better than the rest
But I digress
Wait one sec
Gotta get back to saving checks
Cause I'm broke
(Haha)
And I got jokes
(Yeah)
I'm not like these blokes
(Nope)
I want all the smoke
(One more time)
Bitch, I confess I'm the best
So much better than the rest
But I digress
Wait one sec
Gotta get back to saving checks
Cause I'm broke
(Haha)
And I got jokes
(Yeah)
I'm not like these blokes
(Nope)
I want all the smoke
All the smoke
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Writer: Brice Pendergraff
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Brice Haiden
Language: English
Length: 4:15
Written by: Brice Pendergraff

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