21 Savage – “No Debate” / “Big Smoke”

21 Savage – “No Debate” / “Big Smoke” MP3 & Mp4 Download

A Talented singer and writer, 21 Savage has released a brand new storming song titled “”No Debate” / “Big Smoke””, as a music lover & Fan 21 Savage – “No Debate” / “Big Smoke” is a storming and amazing kind of track to add to your music playlist. Download and enjoy it.

American Singer 21 Savage releases his song directly on his youtube. If you’re 21 Savage fan as well, you just missed alot (or maybe you didn’t!). He releases a song recently as well as you may know. As a part of his trending musics world wide.

Accompanied by an absorbing instrumental, 21 transitions between multiple flows and forms of addressing his audience, digressing the most personal of his issues while regarding most else with animosity.

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21 Savage – “No Debate” / “Big Smoke” Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Kid Hazel on the beat)

[Verse 1]
AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide
He exposed his hand talkin’ to hoes, we killed two of his guys
I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so niggas gon’ buy it
You really feel like I’m pussy? I stay in the street, nigga, come on and try it
Remember them days we were strugglin’, hard times, my momma would cry
I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye
I’m Slaughter Gang, nigga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon’ die
I’m a God fearin’ man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie
Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork ’til it lock (Wiggle that fork ’til it lock)
Trappin’ with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block (Get the fuck off of the block)
Sleepin’ with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)
Nigga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin’ to opps (I catch her talkin’ to the opps)
I’ll go do a whole elbow ‘fore I sit down with the cops (‘Fore I sit down with the cops)
My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin’ on rocks (She back to smokin’ on rocks)
I don’t never have my hand, I don’t never raw dawg thots (I don’t never raw dawg thots)
They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots

[Chorus]
Big smoke, big smoke
I’m givin’ out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain’t no runnin’ from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin’ on ’em

[Post-Chorus]
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin’ on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin’ for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

[Verse 2]
Lamborghini, Perc’, chinchilla fur
Ice on brr, drank got me slurred
But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird
Say you from the street, nigga, who you serve?
21 Bandit, strip you out your panties
Glock, it don’t jammin’, keep a Nick Cannon
I don’t pop Xannies, Draco turnt up
He ridin’ dick, fanny, tryna get a candid
Love left me damaged, can’t trust my own family
On a home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked
That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy
They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me
I’m known to get some straightenin’ ’bout all my smoke, nigga (‘Bout all my smoke, nigga)
Clutchin’ and Cali Red, smokin’ on a Port, nigga (Smokin’ on a Port, nigga)
I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga)
I used to sell dry wall when I ain’t have dope, nigga (When I ain’t have dope, nigga)
Gamblin’ in the hallway, posted on Parkway
He was talkin’ that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day
I ain’t tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the gunplay
I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé
This Saint Laurent ain’t even came out yet, it’s still on the runway
I told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day
Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say
You fuckin’ with the wrong photographer, you gon’ be on the front page
[Chorus]
Big smoke, big smoke
I’m givin’ out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain’t no runnin’ from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin’ on ’em

[Post-Chorus]
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin’ on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin’ for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed