All the Smoke Lyrics – Tyla Yaweh
Hitmaka
Sound!
Ayy, Benjamin he got benjamins
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah, ‘ventador, yeah
She might wanna ride but it better be a foreign, yeah
Make it roar, yeah, yeah
Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors
Takin’ what you want from me
Tell her “***, throw it back like it’s all yours”
Lock it up and throw the key
Beat it up like a Nascar, auto sport
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Speedin’ in a Porsche
Livin’ life fast and goin’ all around the course
In the competition, got the ball in my court
Scream “*** the opposition” every time that we score
I’m the one and only with the rawest rapport
I ain’t bust the corner, it’s like a bar from the store
Gunna bought the Pucci and that juicy contour
We made a rated movie, had to put some lil’ smoke in (Rather go back on tour)
I copped a new toy
They gon’ see the smoke, I change the mo-sport
Maybach to the yacht, that finna Rolls Royce
*** on haters, they done left me no choice
She love me and said I make her so moist
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Okay
Pimpin’, dodgin’ in and out in a new Ferrari
I don’t want her, she be ***’ anybody
If I’m in then I’ma drop the top on that
Yeah, she got a fatty, but her top is whack
I might hit her bestfriend, I’m somethin’ like a legend
I’m smokin’ on the kush, you could tell by how it’s smellin’
Say she got a curfew, gotta be home by eleven
If I roll up all this *** up, better make sure you inhale it
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up *** but I want some more
