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