เพลง No Smoke at the Polo Lounge (Explicit)

No Smoke at the Polo Lounge (Explicit) - The Game/Jeremih

Lyrics by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Jeremy "Jeremih" Felton

Composed by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Jeremy "Jeremih" Felton

People say

Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg Sweden

Love is just for purity

Asked me can she have some champagne

Bongo By The Way

She looked surprised when I said Yeah

But it's got to be more

I told her Look baby in here

The Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite that's all you

Than just cash to me don't you understand me girl

You got all the wrong n***as in the right room ya heard

Yeah

Here we go

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder don't I

Got them Angel wings on that Veneno Roadster won't I

Up the FN like it's effin' I move the section like F it

Move around the hood on n***as like they move my papers to Geffen

My reflection remind me of a n***a from the Chi' steppin'

Glock Kevin Hart complexion

We bang shots in every direction

Clean up our messes remove suppressors

You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of your mother****in' intestines

Homie don't you know we make no mistakes

We OD with the Dracs like OB break

Compton n***as get the cake wait

Bompton n***as get the cake weigh it on scales

All else fails we put the packs on whales

We like Chanel you will never get this crack on sale

We cut the rat from its tail if that pack go stale

Somebody

Anybody

Yeah

Catch a body

Oh oh oh

Here we go

Yeah

Pray for me I seen it all in my dreams

My dreams

Heard some talks in my void

Been some things I ain't seen

Pray for me don't mind me by my stove

Pray they don't want no smoke no

If it's me I want smoke

Ooh ooh

If it's me I want smoke oh once

Here we go

Catch you in my crosshairs you better have God with you

This is Death Row I hope Suge and all them n***as from the mob with you

I got this *****on me she just wanna vibe with you

I ain't gon' lie your *****with you s**t she might just die with you

Y'all thought it was ride or never mind I'm so ahead of time

Tomorrow at three I shot at your pants seven times

Ain't no scope on this mother****er the TEC is blind

Disrespectin' mine chopper eat a n***a Jeffrey Dahm'

The guns is on the *****es I let 'em pat me down

Every time then the second time

Distract 'em knowin' that she the next in line

Walk up on you NBA YoungBoys like This section mine

And ****the opps we got the club surrounded like a hexagon

My opps is every n***a in the west opps

Hmm

Mr Morale &The Big Steppers

Oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah

Hopefully by now you on your ten-billionth play KDot what's up

Here we go

Pray for me I seen it all in my dreams

Heard some talks in my void

Been some things I ain't seen

Pray for me don't mind me by my stove

Pray they don't want no smoke no

If it's me I want smoke

Ooh ooh

If it's me I want smoke oh once

Here we go

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