The Game - No Smoke At The Polo Lounge Ft Jeremih Lyrics

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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 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 niggas in the right room, ya heard?"
(Yeah)
(Here we go)

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shouldеr, don't I?
Got them Angel wings on that Venеno Roadster, won't I?
Up the FN like it's effin', I move the section like, "F it"
Move around the hood on niggas like they move my papers to Geffen
My reflection remind me of a nigga 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 motherfuckin' intestines?
Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?
We OD with the Dracs like OB, break
Compton niggas get the cake, wait
Bompton niggas 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, oh
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 niggas from the mob with you
I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you
I ain't gonna lie, your bitch with you, shit, 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 motherfucker, the TEC is blind
Disrespectin' mine, chopper eat a nigga, Jeffrey Dahm'
The guns is on the bitches, 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 fuck the opps, we got the club surrounded like a hexagon
My opps is every nigga in the west opps (Hmm)
Mr. Morale And 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, oh
If it's me I want smoke, oh, once (Here we go)

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