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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