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Smoke (feat. J Cross) Video (MV)




Performed By: McCandles
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jacob Bass, Jordan Cross




McCandles - Smoke (feat. J Cross) Lyrics




I gotta stunt lil woddie
Sometimes I can't control it
If it's up to me then we gone put it in motion
We don't talk bout old shit we run towards commotion
If you ain't focused you get pinched like a roach clip
Kick her to the road cause I don't like how she moanin'
"You being too loud and don't leave the door open"
Lately I just been faded with a bitch straight posted
Come get your lady she took a pic tryna post it
Told that bitch I been off the grid straight ghosted
Tired of gettin pulled over some mo' shit some hoe shit
Apparently I ain't whip that hemi just like I'm supposed to
Know he can't blame me but yeah he still want to
Prolly cause Im lookin' like I slang when roll through
Crazy they hate the same as them folks do
We in the same game but they can't play like they want to

I'm so raw I really can't flush it
Even if them folks came rushin'

You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)

Cause we'll have it lookin like dry ice in this bitch
Just to handle beef you need like five guys in this bitch
Get hit by some small fries with them big sticks
No homo homocide with them big dicks

Whip out the coupe
Pull out the stick
Nigga we gone let it hit
Nigga we really doin' this shit
Why is you fiddling bitch?
Touchin' my shit
That's what get you hurt nigga
Straight up murked (oo)
Put you in a hearse
Preachin' yeah you need a church
Run around town
Nigga I gotta pull up on your bitch and come dick that bitch down (damn)
Nigga she frownin' and lookin' at you
My nigga like you did her round (wrong)
Ay im just gone do my thing nigga
And rip off the dome
Sippin' patron
Only thing that get me gone
My nigga I'm all in the zone
Rollin' that thing my just score me a touchdown (oo)
Nigga pull up and I touchdown (oo)
Strap on a condom
"What that is on your wrist?"
Bust down

You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
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I gotta stunt lil woddie
Sometimes I can't control it
If it's up to me then we gone put it in motion
We don't talk bout old shit we run towards commotion
If you ain't focused you get pinched like a roach clip
Kick her to the road cause I don't like how she moanin'
"You being too loud and don't leave the door open"
Lately I just been faded with a bitch straight posted
Come get your lady she took a pic tryna post it
Told that bitch I been off the grid straight ghosted
Tired of gettin pulled over some mo' shit some hoe shit
Apparently I ain't whip that hemi just like I'm supposed to
Know he can't blame me but yeah he still want to
Prolly cause Im lookin' like I slang when roll through
Crazy they hate the same as them folks do
We in the same game but they can't play like they want to

I'm so raw I really can't flush it
Even if them folks came rushin'

You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)

Cause we'll have it lookin like dry ice in this bitch
Just to handle beef you need like five guys in this bitch
Get hit by some small fries with them big sticks
No homo homocide with them big dicks

Whip out the coupe
Pull out the stick
Nigga we gone let it hit
Nigga we really doin' this shit
Why is you fiddling bitch?
Touchin' my shit
That's what get you hurt nigga
Straight up murked (oo)
Put you in a hearse
Preachin' yeah you need a church
Run around town
Nigga I gotta pull up on your bitch and come dick that bitch down (damn)
Nigga she frownin' and lookin' at you
My nigga like you did her round (wrong)
Ay im just gone do my thing nigga
And rip off the dome
Sippin' patron
Only thing that get me gone
My nigga I'm all in the zone
Rollin' that thing my just score me a touchdown (oo)
Nigga pull up and I touchdown (oo)
Strap on a condom
"What that is on your wrist?"
Bust down

You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
You don't want no smoke though
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
So don't
So don't get us lit (bitch)
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Writer: Jacob Bass, Jordan Cross
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