Promoting Violence Lyrics – Che | Fully Loaded

[Chorus]
I-I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
These n!ggas soft than a pair of some titties
Pu*sy boy soft than a butt and some titties
I sip that lean, I don’t pour up no Henny
Who let the dogs out the trap? You gon’ get it
I’m from Atlanta, get robbed for some pennies

[Verse 1]
I’m from the peach state, I’m repping my city
A-all in the spot like a damn panoramic
Fu*k a opp b!tch, she just OD off Xanax
Bail out the one, OG selling them sandwiches
They left my pops in the trap, they abandoned him
Now that I grew up, I start understanding ’em
Moving that s*it with precision and stamina
I got the groupies put me on they banister
Nobody safe, send them shots at your manager
Fifty thousand a show, that’s the minimum
These pu*sy ass rappers want smoke cause they pitiful
I’m dead, you taking yo’ own life ’cause I s*it on you?
I’m dead— (Woo, woo)
L-L-L-L-L-L-Look at your chain, your diamonds invisible
Look at my bling, this s*it like some cinema
This pu*sy n!gga who ran up didn’t realize

[Chorus]
I-I got smoke for a n!gga who itching
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
I got smoke for a n!gga who itching
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
I got smoke for a n!gga who itching
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
I got smoke for a n!gga who itching

[Verse 2]
I’m up in mansions, I’m diving a Bentley
My b!tch, she spent her allowance on Fenty
R-rock out the show like I’m Kravitz or Lenny
Don’t fu*k with pu*sy, these pussies need panties
We do a hit in the Dodge or the Camry
I go to bed in my designer jammies
Boy, you a b!tch, we gon’ spray at your family
I rap ’bout things that you don’t understand, yeah
I just threw twenty thousand on a dancer
My shawty pu*sy, it’s pink like a Starbursts’
Smoke too much weed and my choppas’ like dancers
Wanted some smoke with me like winning Cancer
Want smoke with me like dropping your bandana
Killing n!ggas like I’m from Alabama
Shawty, she white just like (??) Alabama
All of these Percs I take (??) Alabama
OG wan’ whip up some drügs on the skillet
He was telling me he was making a biscuit
And you get ripped in your ribs with precision
Cook on a paper plate, we don’t wash dishes
I treat these n!ggas like they the new b!tches
I put my thumb in her ass, now she pissing
Smack DVD, smack her ass, now she listen
I’m in the tub getting big body b!tches

[Chorus]
I-I, I-I-I got smoke for a n!gga who itching
I got smoke for a n!gga who dissing
These n!ggas soft than a pair of some titties
Pu*sy boy softer than a pair of some titties
I sip that lean, I don’t pour up no Henny
Who let the dogs out the ‘Cat? You a kitty
I’m from Atlanta, get robbed for some pennies