Smoke On Lyrics
| Song | Smoke On |
| Artist | Statik Selektah |
| Artist | Strong Arm Steady |
| Artist | Dom Kennedy |
| Album | Population Control (Bonus Track Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You know you’re over the hood (yeah) | |
| No one will help you | |
| I know you’re sad (aha) | |
| There’s no hope | |
| Smoke on Back to getting money and back to bitches cars | |
| Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall | |
| I fuck you right here on this bar | |
| She laugh like | |
| I’m playin’ | |
| I took her to the room where | |
| I was stayin’ | |
| Told her I could tell you’ve got a little man | |
| But you ain’t got no plans | |
| I just wanna fuck you out your pants | |
| Try some so | |
| I can watch you dance | |
| She held me by the hand | |
| I could really tell she was a fan ‘cause she kept telling me | |
| Dom, do it again (again?) | |
| I don’t even have to sneak it in | |
| She told me next time we’ll meet up with a friend | |
| I say who and when? | |
| Grab my iPhone and got my brim | |
| The worst sorta sounded like | |
| Kim I was like ‘ | |
| Kim?’ Already her she wore me down | |
| And it’s nothing like getting new girls | |
| Well, that’s unless you’re hitting 2 girls | |
| Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day | |
| I might win awards | |
| I’m pinning for that type of shit that’s what the fuck we in it for | |
| More than what you bargain for and then some more | |
| A worthy cause, never watched an episode of | |
| Jersey Shore | |
| Furthermore, | |
| I’ll be with some hits on some dodger shit | |
| Taking Al | |
| Capone’s old sweater like | |
| Mr. Roger did | |
| And I ain’t even in it to floss, | |
| I’d rather be a boss | |
| Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars | |
| Look, I’m tryna get my golf game under paw | |
| Smother balls over and over y’all, like | |
| Sean Lamont | |
| Get my 80’s on flight, paid in full | |
| Dom tell the man damn was that shit until we made it cool | |
| He run a new school so | |
| I cupped him a bottle | |
| Always in the streets hustlin’, fuckin’ with models | |
| Gone in the wind like | |
| I’m in Chicago | |
| Nigga elva terrano, | |
| LA wherever | |
| I go Hook: | |
| Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I’m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain’t no limits to the sky | |
| I’m the truth, there’s no lie | |
| I’m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don’t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on Mom’s named | |
| Marvelous | |
| Good wonderful bring with most artist get nigga in | |
| RW This ain’t no gang sign homie, it’s a | |
| W And raps where | |
| I made my head at | |
| Crime, polish by pretty pristine | |
| From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on | |
| Cowards not allowed on my team, it’s like nothing’s wrong | |
| In and out of every boutique, all credit cards | |
| Bartender, | |
| I don’t drink | |
| Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that’s gon swerve with us | |
| Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure | |
| If they saw me on | |
| TV but that twat saw | |
| I’m about my next | |
| CD, my next world tour | |
| To purchase an impeccable | |
| V with lambo doors | |
| I am not Rambo nigga but still a soldier | |
| A fortune at the balcony burnin’ at the built mall | |
| Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I’m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain’t no limits to the sky | |
| I’m the truth, there’s no lie | |
| I’m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don’t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on, smoke on.. |
| You know you' re over the hood yeah | |
| No one will help you | |
| I know you' re sad aha | |
| There' s no hope | |
| Smoke on Back to getting money and back to bitches cars | |
| Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall | |
| I fuck you right here on this bar | |
| She laugh like | |
| I' m playin' | |
| I took her to the room where | |
| I was stayin' | |
| Told her I could tell you' ve got a little man | |
| But you ain' t got no plans | |
| I just wanna fuck you out your pants | |
| Try some so | |
| I can watch you dance | |
| She held me by the hand | |
| I could really tell she was a fan ' cause she kept telling me | |
| Dom, do it again again? | |
| I don' t even have to sneak it in | |
| She told me next time we' ll meet up with a friend | |
| I say who and when? | |
| Grab my iPhone and got my brim | |
| The worst sorta sounded like | |
| Kim I was like ' | |
| Kim?' Already her she wore me down | |
| And it' s nothing like getting new girls | |
| Well, that' s unless you' re hitting 2 girls | |
| Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day | |
| I might win awards | |
| I' m pinning for that type of shit that' s what the fuck we in it for | |
| More than what you bargain for and then some more | |
| A worthy cause, never watched an episode of | |
| Jersey Shore | |
| Furthermore, | |
| I' ll be with some hits on some dodger shit | |
| Taking Al | |
| Capone' s old sweater like | |
| Mr. Roger did | |
| And I ain' t even in it to floss, | |
| I' d rather be a boss | |
| Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars | |
| Look, I' m tryna get my golf game under paw | |
| Smother balls over and over y' all, like | |
| Sean Lamont | |
| Get my 80' s on flight, paid in full | |
| Dom tell the man damn was that shit until we made it cool | |
| He run a new school so | |
| I cupped him a bottle | |
| Always in the streets hustlin', fuckin' with models | |
| Gone in the wind like | |
| I' m in Chicago | |
| Nigga elva terrano, | |
| LA wherever | |
| I go Hook: | |
| Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I' m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain' t no limits to the sky | |
| I' m the truth, there' s no lie | |
| I' m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don' t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on Mom' s named | |
| Marvelous | |
| Good wonderful bring with most artist get nigga in | |
| RW This ain' t no gang sign homie, it' s a | |
| W And raps where | |
| I made my head at | |
| Crime, polish by pretty pristine | |
| From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on | |
| Cowards not allowed on my team, it' s like nothing' s wrong | |
| In and out of every boutique, all credit cards | |
| Bartender, | |
| I don' t drink | |
| Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that' s gon swerve with us | |
| Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure | |
| If they saw me on | |
| TV but that twat saw | |
| I' m about my next | |
| CD, my next world tour | |
| To purchase an impeccable | |
| V with lambo doors | |
| I am not Rambo nigga but still a soldier | |
| A fortune at the balcony burnin' at the built mall | |
| Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I' m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain' t no limits to the sky | |
| I' m the truth, there' s no lie | |
| I' m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don' t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on, smoke on.. |
| You know you' re over the hood yeah | |
| No one will help you | |
| I know you' re sad aha | |
| There' s no hope | |
| Smoke on Back to getting money and back to bitches cars | |
| Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall | |
| I fuck you right here on this bar | |
| She laugh like | |
| I' m playin' | |
| I took her to the room where | |
| I was stayin' | |
| Told her I could tell you' ve got a little man | |
| But you ain' t got no plans | |
| I just wanna fuck you out your pants | |
| Try some so | |
| I can watch you dance | |
| She held me by the hand | |
| I could really tell she was a fan ' cause she kept telling me | |
| Dom, do it again again? | |
| I don' t even have to sneak it in | |
| She told me next time we' ll meet up with a friend | |
| I say who and when? | |
| Grab my iPhone and got my brim | |
| The worst sorta sounded like | |
| Kim I was like ' | |
| Kim?' Already her she wore me down | |
| And it' s nothing like getting new girls | |
| Well, that' s unless you' re hitting 2 girls | |
| Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day | |
| I might win awards | |
| I' m pinning for that type of shit that' s what the fuck we in it for | |
| More than what you bargain for and then some more | |
| A worthy cause, never watched an episode of | |
| Jersey Shore | |
| Furthermore, | |
| I' ll be with some hits on some dodger shit | |
| Taking Al | |
| Capone' s old sweater like | |
| Mr. Roger did | |
| And I ain' t even in it to floss, | |
| I' d rather be a boss | |
| Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars | |
| Look, I' m tryna get my golf game under paw | |
| Smother balls over and over y' all, like | |
| Sean Lamont | |
| Get my 80' s on flight, paid in full | |
| Dom tell the man damn was that shit until we made it cool | |
| He run a new school so | |
| I cupped him a bottle | |
| Always in the streets hustlin', fuckin' with models | |
| Gone in the wind like | |
| I' m in Chicago | |
| Nigga elva terrano, | |
| LA wherever | |
| I go Hook: | |
| Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I' m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain' t no limits to the sky | |
| I' m the truth, there' s no lie | |
| I' m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don' t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on Mom' s named | |
| Marvelous | |
| Good wonderful bring with most artist get nigga in | |
| RW This ain' t no gang sign homie, it' s a | |
| W And raps where | |
| I made my head at | |
| Crime, polish by pretty pristine | |
| From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on | |
| Cowards not allowed on my team, it' s like nothing' s wrong | |
| In and out of every boutique, all credit cards | |
| Bartender, | |
| I don' t drink | |
| Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that' s gon swerve with us | |
| Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure | |
| If they saw me on | |
| TV but that twat saw | |
| I' m about my next | |
| CD, my next world tour | |
| To purchase an impeccable | |
| V with lambo doors | |
| I am not Rambo nigga but still a soldier | |
| A fortune at the balcony burnin' at the built mall | |
| Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly | |
| I' m on that | |
| Kalis weed so | |
| I stay high | |
| It ain' t no limits to the sky | |
| I' m the truth, there' s no lie | |
| I' m drinking on a cup of lean | |
| I don' t count it, | |
| I use a money machine | |
| My team was watch the issue | |
| So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush | |
| Smoke on, smoke on.. |
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