Tyla Yaweh – All the Smoke Lyrics

Hitmaka
Sound!
Ayy, Benjamin he got benjamins

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more

Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah, Aventador, yeah
She might wanna ride but it better be a foreign, yeah
Make it roar, yeah, yeah
Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors
Takin’ what you want from me
Tell a b**** “Throw it back like it’s all yours”
Lock it up and throw the key
Beat it up like a Nascar, auto sport

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more

Speedin’ in a Porsche
Livin’ life fast and goin’ all around the course
Ain’t no competition, got the ball in my court
Screamin’ “F*** the opposition” every time that we score
I’m the one and only with the rawest report
I ain’t crossed no twenties like I bought from the store
Gunna bought her Pucci and that juicy Catour
We made a rated movie and her p**** lil’ soar (Rather go back on tour)
I copped a new toy
They gon’ see the smoke, I change the mode, sport
Maybach to the yacht, left in a Rolls Royce
See them haters they done left me no choice
She love me and she say I make her so moist

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more (Okay)

Dippin’, dodgin’ in and outta a new Ferrari
I don’t want her, she be f*****’ anybody
If I’m in then I’ma drop the top on that
Yeah, she got a fatty, but her top is whack
I might hit her bestfriend, I’m somethin’ like a legend
I’m smokin’ on that kush, and you can tell by how it’s smellin’
Say she got a curfew, gotta be home by eleven
If I roll up all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it

Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911, can’t see me no more
I be up high but I want some more