Mac MissionCity - All the Smoke Lyrics

Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Like the trap is on fire
Like I'm lighting the spliff
Like summertime BBQs back at the crib
Like you gone get mad cuz I f*cked your bitch
Like if you the only one who keep a stick
I want all the smoke
Take a pick
30 or 40 how you gettin hit
Ya head or ya chest
What you want me to split
Ya head or ya chest
What you want me to split
Cuz imma street boy no cappin
Just smile n my gold teeth flashin
Good brain big tits fat asses
No burger but I'm Big Maccin'
Getting bread by the loaf
Hip hop police watch what I post
Married to the streets I took an oath
Never get on my knees
And I did for my bro's
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Like trap is on fire
Like like I'm lightin the spliff
Like gas on yo body matches get lit
Like forth of July fire works on my hip
Like money the motive
Guns burn for the chips
Bitch no dancin
Live a movie this ain't no actin
Do it like a pro baby ain't don't practice
Addin to the money don't know subtraction
Only one way it's to the money
Heard that boy Mac gone blow he buzzing
Baby daddies hate me
Cuz they bitch bump me
SF city boy Glock so country
Ain't no business done by the phone
I don't shoot once bullets come by the load
Fear no man never trust no hoe
N like if you left the pan lit on the stove
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting lit
Like we hotboxed the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Bitch I want all the
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke
Smoke smoke smoke smoke