Anybody Wanna Fight On My Life I Want The Smoke Lyrics

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Anybody Wanna Fight On My Life I Want The Smoke Lyrics

Anybody wanna fight?
On my life, I want the smoke
B^tch, I put that on yo kids
And yo baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that ni spend a stack

Full Lyrics

These b toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, b
Drop your addy on the way

And I ain’t killin’ sh, b
’cause b know where I stay
All these hoes don’t like me
Give two f ’bout what they say

And you hoes be suc’ dk
So don’t put me in yo rap
How you talkin’ all that sht
But know you really cap?

I’m gone beat yo as to sleep
And I’m gone take you off the map
And I heard she want my head–
Now here I go now, where you at?

On my life, you looks a mess
Why you chasin’ for the clout?
Let me call up on yo nia
And rub my cat all on his mouth

I’m gon’ f^ him in yo bed
And take his money when he dip
So don’t speak on me again
’cause on my life, you f’ tripped

On my life, you f’ wack
You can’t knock me for some sack
I see yo bed sit on the floor
I see that mattress in the back

Told that lil’ b I’m the goat
And that hoe thought I was cap
Heard that b ‘she from the O’
And, b, I’m all over the map

Anybody wanna fight?
On my life, I want the smoke
B, I put that on yo kids
And yo baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that ni spend a stack

Tell that hoe “don’t call my phone”
’cause that b, she out of place
B, he let me drive your car
He coming home, he on the way

On my life, you ni green
And you know it “f the law”
All you ni got that sh
And I can’t f you ni raw

Tell that b the better move
’cause you know I’m with the s
Count money, turn me on
You hoes can have that petty d

No, I had to write a song
No, I had to drop a dis
So you better leave me ‘lone
Before you end up in a ditch

Make yo folks say “R.I.P”
Heard you stay on D.I.P
And a hoe can talk her sh
But ain’t no hoe gon’ f wit me

These b^ toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, b^tch
Drop your addy on the way

Cap ass hoe
You cap as f talkin’ ’bout
You got 50 racks on our head
Cut that shout, b
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh, on God

You just talkin’ ’bout how you
Went to ATL and Orlando
b, cut that sh out
Pull up, ho. Pull up, pull up

We all want the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b

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