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Free Smoke Video (MV)




Performed By: G Quazo
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Jaquaz Calhoun




G Quazo - Free Smoke Lyrics




I don't beef up on the net so f*ck the opposition
I got a glock for anybody seeking competition
You hear a couple shots but not one was missing
We pop up to his party like now who the f*ck was dissing
Drawing shit like Ed Hardy
This b*tch bussing I heard she be f*cking everybody
And b*tch i'm bussing but i didn't pop no damn molly
Yeah yeah b*tch i'm different
You wouldn't know sh*t about me til you sit and listen
She say damn I like your diamonds cause them b*tches glisten
The opps be listening to my songs and sh*t them b*tches hitting
I got 2 pretty down to ride b*tches they be blicking
My ex be lurking on my page and sh*t she just be clicking
Wanna X-O I don't never text my ex ho*s
My b*tch a kill me if I text those
I'll fu*ck a b*tch until her legs broke Derrick Rose
We like to make niggas go live Pariscope
Rico where he at ima scope em out telescope
Ima youngboy so you know that I was never broke
Remember they was sleep up on the kid they was never woke
I cut all of my old b*tches off for some better ho*s
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
I got a red dot, Ima aim, Shoot, Headshot
He don't be in traffic we say f*ck it shoot his friend car
Call this glock a pencil ima shoot it til this lead pop
Hulk Hogan sh*t make a pu*sy n*gga leg drop
My b*tch bad and she pretty
She don't ask for sh*t
I bought her them inches
He ain't robbing sh*t cause we took all his blickies
And he ain't f*cking sh*t cause we took all his b*tches
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
We like to go in n*ggas crib and get right into that
That's your girlfriend n*gga ima put a end to that
Bae say they never gone kill me I try to remember that
Sack a take a n*gga b*tch gurantee you don't get her back
He off Remy up that semi let it hit a n*gga back
We get busy we get busy shout out to my n*gga Mack
Foe nem say he in them trenches but them pu*sy n*ggas lack
How you claiming them your brothers 12 done made them n*ggas crack
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
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I don't beef up on the net so f*ck the opposition
I got a glock for anybody seeking competition
You hear a couple shots but not one was missing
We pop up to his party like now who the f*ck was dissing
Drawing shit like Ed Hardy
This b*tch bussing I heard she be f*cking everybody
And b*tch i'm bussing but i didn't pop no damn molly
Yeah yeah b*tch i'm different
You wouldn't know sh*t about me til you sit and listen
She say damn I like your diamonds cause them b*tches glisten
The opps be listening to my songs and sh*t them b*tches hitting
I got 2 pretty down to ride b*tches they be blicking
My ex be lurking on my page and sh*t she just be clicking
Wanna X-O I don't never text my ex ho*s
My b*tch a kill me if I text those
I'll fu*ck a b*tch until her legs broke Derrick Rose
We like to make niggas go live Pariscope
Rico where he at ima scope em out telescope
Ima youngboy so you know that I was never broke
Remember they was sleep up on the kid they was never woke
I cut all of my old b*tches off for some better ho*s
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
I got a red dot, Ima aim, Shoot, Headshot
He don't be in traffic we say f*ck it shoot his friend car
Call this glock a pencil ima shoot it til this lead pop
Hulk Hogan sh*t make a pu*sy n*gga leg drop
My b*tch bad and she pretty
She don't ask for sh*t
I bought her them inches
He ain't robbing sh*t cause we took all his blickies
And he ain't f*cking sh*t cause we took all his b*tches
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
We like to go in n*ggas crib and get right into that
That's your girlfriend n*gga ima put a end to that
Bae say they never gone kill me I try to remember that
Sack a take a n*gga b*tch gurantee you don't get her back
He off Remy up that semi let it hit a n*gga back
We get busy we get busy shout out to my n*gga Mack
Foe nem say he in them trenches but them pu*sy n*ggas lack
How you claiming them your brothers 12 done made them n*ggas crack
You know we got glocks and blickas
Oppa talk get hit up
We want smoke with all your n*ggas
And Next we on your b*tch
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Writer: Jaquaz Calhoun
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