To Sparking Up Lyrics

Yeah, right

No smoke, no smoke

No smoke, no smoke

Right, yeah

No smoke, no smoke

No smoke (yeah)

No smoke

Can't handle this fire (yeah)

Can't handle this fire (no smoke)

No smoke

No smoke

Can't handle this fire

Can't handle this fire (yeah)

No smoke

No smoke, no smoke

I'm her

From birth, the curves

Whatever I need to be

To protect turf

Fuck around and get hers

Fuck around and get hurt

Real nigga in a

Queen's body

Don't play with me

I'm not your Barbie

Trade them feelings in

For a bag at the bank

Got a right hand

Hell yeah, I'm pulling rank

They don't want no smoke

No no smoke (yeah)

They don't want no smoke

Trade them feelings in

For a bag at the bank

Got a right hand

yeah, I'm pulling rank (yeah)

Fuck it I'm radical

Homies is tactical

You looking taxable

Yeah yeah yeah

Fuck it I'm radical

Homies is tactical

You looking taxable

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Would have thought

I was a witch way

I'm cooking up that shit

Telling me, who are you

Turn the 313 around

It's still 7 yeah, yeah yeah

Hmmm

Trade them feelings in

For a bag at the bank

Got a right hand

Yeah, I'm pulling rank

Hmmm

Rain drops falling

Out the sky

Like blessings from

On high

Drowning in all this

With Love and joy

Pirates can't scream ahoy

God protects me

He loves me

He sees me

What am I to do

But show you my cups

Running over

What am I to do

My baby—uh

He feel off of her

I swear that eye

That's what

Whatever

I need

To be

Two

Protect

Her