Delasean - Puffy Le Smoke Lyrics
(Intro)Yalready knowIt’s Puffy Le SmokeAnd I’m ready to goReady to go(Verse)I’m Puffy Le Smoke and I'm ready to goCop me a ounce and I’m ready to blowBlack nigga flying, so call me a crowForever been clever and ***** you should knowSick of me bro, and they wanting my spotCause they give what they got and they see that I'm hotBut I do what I do, I completed my partNow I'm onto this part cause she calling me pop.No, you don't wanna hear a weed song!About the kind of Gs that I beez onNow a nigga quick to put his *****ing team on itAnd I climb the tower like King KongSometimes I stop and think if a nigga really is ballingThen I smoke a blunt because a brainstormMy best role, my mind is clouded,I feel it in my veinsMy adrenaline increasing‘Cause this is the season,The chains and we bees in the gameNiggas be paying their feesThey seein I’m getting the fame and I’m flankin themMan, my mind’s on a planeAnd me, I fall from the sameBut we say we gon change‘Cause this is the struggle and that day they’ll finally run meThese niggas is lameYea speak of my nameBut I’m payin no mind though‘Cause hatin niggas and ***** boysThat shit I ain’t got no time forBad hoes get combo, me I’m a king like linoAnd I stride forwardMy girl will the best, but nigga what the ***** is you tryin for?(Hook)Man, mother***** your team (your team)And mother***** your clique (your clique)I came here with my homies, dawg,And we worked hard for this shitNow I rock shows and they're sold outAnd them hoes out with their toes outAnd I went pro from day oneAnd your whole team got no skulls!(Verse)*****, check the flow!Word around town nigga extra coldEven give a ***** when yo nigga was brokeNow you wanna try yo luckYou don’t touch me thoughOh, that's your hoe right next to broDeclassify it like man didSmoking weed where the turn up isWe hoppin for it like Ted didAnd I left this movementThat all you mother*****ers wanna groove withAnd I came in to give 2 shitsAnd I paper weight for this cool shitAnd I wrote this, stupidAnd you sit still like you still a kidThey wonder how I do this‘Cause I have something to go prove, *****Rose from the dead like a new *****With a new whip and a new *****And a new fit, and a new clique‘Cause that’s just how I do thisJust Puffy Le Smoke and I’m right out my clothesAnd that’s how I go, steer ahead of you folksThis is my life and I thought I control itIf you didn’t my nigga, then now you should knowYou was quitin and I had the struggle to growBut sit in my room an just work on my flowsMy money look poor then my face is importantAnd that is the proof for the work that is shownBleed from my pen and I write from the soulPull out that blade and I spark up the trolNiggas don’t hate me, now already knowAnd if that is just rightJust let it be known that I’m crown bound,It’s my sound that I foundYou can’t get, this my shit I practiceI’m active til I’m richI bull’s eye like I’m shootin teamAnd I killed this shit, you just flew inWhile rollin up that good weedJust blowned off and get 2 things(Hook)Man, mother***** your team (your team)And mother***** your clique (your clique)I came here with my homies, dawg,And we worked hard for this shitNow I rock shows and they're sold outAnd them hoes out with their toes outAye who are we? We the Nation GsAnd we gon rise against all doubts, *****.
