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Birdman » Smoke Out
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	[Birdman] What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby) nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's [Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop] You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn roll it up I'm smokin roll it up I'm chokin [Birdman] We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga I went from G's and thieves nigga we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys) I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga and yeah we headed up town nigga blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that) to be the boss that I be nigga and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz we gettin money everyday of the week nigga it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me we blow that purple everyday in my city streets [Chorus] [Ta] I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??) Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian get it by the block it ain't open for discussion I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt [Chorus] [6 Shot] I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness got half the block complainin how loud the stench is Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow cause after a few hits ya through can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy keep the windows foggy in the black Harley puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks gotta love it bout the size of ya finger get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right got that light green, red, orange, yellow got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap you ever ask a nigga bout me cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week Huh picture I'm an O.G. from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki [Chorus]
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