Marc Vinyls - Smoke Break lyrics

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
The Super Producers

I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them thorns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

All polo and some white shoes
Funny thing now is that I'm a nice dude
But when you cross that line
And in the right move
And my Tindr bitches what I like? Nudes
Oh yeah, can ya feel that?
I'm giving y'all that real rap
I'mma get the money, make the deal fat
Making hit's with a steel bat
That ideal cuatro in that monte carlo
Which whip will I whip tomorrow
Got six chicks down to sip the bottle
Go coast to coast like I ship the cargo
I don't really know if these
People keep it real
I'm just telling all y'all fuckers
How a homie really feel
And I'm looking up to God
Can you tell me what is real?
I''m just waiting for your answer at
The alter where I kneel

I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin' dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them throns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

Lemme get the money
I see you bitches acting funny
Ha, can't take nothing from me
Nah, wrapping blunts like mummies
Yah, free the homie when he caught a bitch
I roll around, you can't stop the kid
Truth be told, I'm hot as shit
Just savor it up when you spot the kid
Real talk, I'm tryna speak the truth
I stay loyal, bros to my roots
Since 15 I've been in the booth
At 16 I was on the move
Used to ride in that old chevy
Now we out here, show ready
I can see the bull, you're so petty
You can have your shine, I blow heavy

I need a smoke, where the matches?
I'm a king, fuck ya status
Gettin dough, I pay no taxes
I'm a star in all fashion of the world bro
I'mma flip the bird, bro
Coming through them thorns
And all you here is skrrt, hoe

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