Chords for Future, Young Thug - All da Smoke (Official Music Video)

_ _ And what you gonna do when they find out that I set him up?
Huh?
They not.
I don't know about this man.
You scared?
You don't gotta be scared.
We went through this a thousand times.
If we do what we said, they won't know.
Don't be nervous.
Trust me.
_ Look, [C#] I just don't want to get caught up in this shit.
Oh, man.
Them niggas ain't getting up out of here.
Man, I hate this place just as much as you do.
And every other badass kid running around this prison of a group home.
Nigga, you're [C#m] out of your nutter holes.
Don't peek at the door.
_ [C#] Man, shut the fuck up. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ What? _
_ _ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's up? _
What's up?
What's up?
Man, _ _ _ _ both of y'all need to be_
Shut up, man.
Yeah, he just broke another ice.
Yeah, there's some families who want him.
[C#m] Ain't nobody getting him.
I hate this place.
_ You know Miss Shirley and Chester Fatass don't give a fuck about us?
They making racks off of us just living here every [C] fucking month.
They [F#m] worried about us.
They worried about that bitch.
[G] _ _
[C#m] And I get every dime that I can, I love her.
I ain't back.
Yeah, he just broke another ice.
Man, you gotta get us the fuck up out of here.
[C#m] I'm ready.
_ [C] _ Yeah, [A] stackin' it, Tom.
Yo, every nigga out in my city became a boss.
Don't shit rollin', holdin', mollin', no day long.
Irish cook it up like Kyrie trade you off.
Green and white like Celtic, don't play with me, play with a fowl.
I'm superior, I'm [C#] imperial, I ain't feeling you.
I can eat me some hair, I'll run raw, I'll buy a brick.
I got Barry Buns on my wrist.
Blow your college fund with all [A] my bitches.
Out the slums, taking a chance, Tom's Tommy Gun.
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop.
Cut your frames, cut your rings, cut your socks.
Homicide gang, they gon' put you on the spot. _
Poutine ran up a whole thumb, [C#] sitting in a box.
My dog rockin' [A] Rolling the Feds, nigga, still move blocks.
We had a bando going crazy [C#] in the swats.
[A] Damn, boy, they running up on all the opps.
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke.
[D#] We want all the smoke, [C#] we want all the smoke.
We want all the smoke, [A] we want all the smoke.
We want all the smoke.
This money turning me on, this money turning me on.
I'm thinking out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm so down on 300 rents on a Bentley Trust.
Take the fenders off and go and live it up.
Cash all on your bitch, we on [D] a limo floor.
[C#m] Having a private, boy, I ain't gon' hide you.
Music all in my ears, instruments in my ears.
I'm in the backyard beating jazz, I'm in a penthouse by the seals.
I got punk hoes in my rear, Chanel, Coco in my gear.
I'm gonna cover shows for my gear, if I can take it back I will.
If I can take it back, it don't take that to the head.
You know I [Dm] got you in my will, [A] so bitch, I'm afraid to break some.
Got them hunnids on the grill, make the donkeys do the windmill.
Nigga, swing through like a wheel, and a quarter tour, I'm killed.
And I was in [D] Miami counting the mil.
[A] _ I told my bitch, no more cash, she stopped all the way.
Like a stop sign when she's trapped in time.
_ My diamonds dark, brown like blood, wild like up.
Can I have the meal, my bitch, now her feelings slapping.
Came up back to precious, ain't had shit yet.
Girl, I want the niggas, nose for a 10.
This shit redneck, nigga say slap, say slack.
I ain't be dead, with a fist, my kid got wrecked.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke.
_ _ _ _ We gon' dog smoke, we gon' dog smoke. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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