lirik lagu birdman - smoke out
(feat. tat–ze, magnolia chop, & 6 shot)
[birdman]
what’s up chop (what’s happenin wit ya baby)
n-gg- how you feel comin’out that project n-gg-
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 n-gg- let it burn
bust then burn n-gg- 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 n-gg-
i went from g’s and thieves n-gg-
we blowin the weed my n-gg–f-ckin wit freaks n-gg- (hot boys)
i’m in that bentley coupe n-gg-
from shine on video to six foot shorty too my n-gg-
and yeah we headed up town n-gg-
blow after pound my n-gg-z puttin it down n-gg-
and yeah ridin big is my crown n-gg-
holdin my rounds n-gg–holdin my town my n-gg- (believe that)
to be the boss that i be n-gg-
and smoke weed everyday of the week n-gg-
on stunna island n-gg- f-ckin with them g n-gg-z
we gettin money everyday of the week n-gg-
it’s fast money n-gg–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
mothaf-cker 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg- this one’s a banger f-ckin right
got that light green, red, orange, yellow
got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
you ever ask a n-gg- bout me
cause them hoes know shot blows guns 7 days a week
huh picture i’m an og
from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole ki
[chorus]
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