Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from? Cause you got this club on fire And outside I bet all they smell is smoke (All they smell is smoke) The way your body roll I'ma lose control Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke (All they smell is smoke)
[50 Cent] Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba Blue sapphires on days when she feeling Hoover She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burning, we smoking My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around In the small of my back in case some shit go down Right under my Hermes, I'm hearing the word is Me, I'm a P. I. M. P I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout Police coming, you like, put this shit out
You like smoke and you got me high (You make a nigga want to get down) High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke And you got me high (So high make your love come down) High (One time, have that?) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now 100 degrees, that's with or without the top down But when she get to working her hips You know the temperature rise Oh lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs She like the stones in my cross, she flawless I'm thinking damn, why would God give one woman all this? You know I got the kind of conversation That make her feel like she need me It's complicated, my occupation pimping ain't easy Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks Back when I was pumping crack, now my cards are black Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs Luther said it: A house is not a home without her I had them panties on the grey hound filled up with powder But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits Her wanting is temporary [?] gon' get it
You like smoke and you got me high (You make a nigga want to get down) High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke And you got me high (So high make your love come down) High (One time, have that?) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke
[Trey Songz] Everybody showing the love when she at the door Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole I'm trying to get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that Got me addicted, I'm tripping, where the stash at? Baby, baby, don't you know? Baby, baby, you're just like smoke
You like smoke and you got me high (You make a nigga want to get down) High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke And you got me high (So high make your love come down) High (One time, have that?) Girl what the fuck you done to me You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me You're like smoke
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent) (PREMIER), Tremaine Aldon Neverson (Trey Songz) (PREMIER)Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado fonograma #13630495 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM