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Track: All da Smoke
Artist: Future
Album: SUPER SLIMEY

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Name: Future
Spotify Genres: rap
Followers: 21,331,120
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Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn was born on November 20, 1983 in Atlanta, Georgia. He began using his stage name while performing as one of the members of the musical collective The [a=Dungeon Family], where he was nicknamed "The Future". His first cousin, record producer, and Dungeon Family member [a=Rico Wade], encouraged him to sharpen his writing skills and pursue a career as a rapper. He attended Columbia High School. Future voices his praise of Wade's musical influence and instruction, calling him the "mastermind" behind his sound.

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Release: Future (4) And Young Thug (2) - Super Slimey
Year: 2023
Genres: Hip Hop
Styles: Trap

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LYRICS

You it, I'm it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

Stackin' it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin', holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let's go)
Green and white like Celtics, don't play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I'm superior, I'm imperial, I ain't feelin' ya (ooh)
I been eatin' me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon' put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin' in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin' crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin' up on all the opps

We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I'm thinkin' out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I'm so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I'm in the backyard feeding deers, I'm in a penthouse poppin' seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don't you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I'm killed
And I was in Miami countin' a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it's traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain't have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga's nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke