Correction Lyrics All the Smoke (Elias Remix) by Hitmaka

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(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*t*h, "Throw it back like it's all yours"
Lock it up and throw the key
Speed it up like a NASCAR Autosport

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

Vroom-vroom, Baby, das' der V8 (Yeah)
Pedal to the metal, make her knees shake (Go)
Kongolese, so New York wie der Cheesecake (Ah)
Doch trotzdem Best German Act, so wie die Beatsteaks (Ja)
Ich cruise durch die Gegend heut im Sport-Mode
Und mach' mehr Yards dieses Jahr als die Broncos (Aha)
Die sind nicht mal hinter mir, die sind off-road
Kickdown, linke Spur, Baby, all smoke (Smoke)
Mama weiß, ihr Junge war schon immer extra (Ja)
Drei Uhr nachts in der Booth, Babe, ich schwing' mein Zepter (Aha)
Und ich weiß ganz genau, sie hätten's nie gedacht
King-Status mit Ansage, heut komm' ich mit Schiebedach

Speedin' in that Porsche
Livin' life fast, I'm goin' all around the course
Ain't no competition, got the ball in my court
Screamin' "f**k 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 Couture
We made a rated movie, had her pu**y a lil' sore (I can't wait to go back on tour)
I copped a new toy
They gon' see the smoke, I changed 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

Dippin', dodgin', in and out a new Ferrari
I don't want her, she be f**kin' 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 in by eleven
If I roll up all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it

Fast car, I want all the smoke (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke (You don't know when you gon' get that pack again, girl)
Porsche 911, can't see me no more (You better treat it right, yep)
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

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