- Smokin and Ridin 歌詞 Problem BJ The Chicago Kid Freddie Gibbs
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- Freddie Gibbs Smokin and Ridin 歌詞
- Problem BJ The Chicago Kid Freddie Gibbs
- I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the road with the work
Told her: 'hold that first, Im gon cash out, get mo'
Down from the jump , hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida
If a ***** want funk, throw him in the trunk
Burn him up, pass my lighter
Smokin on killa, straight casualties
In your **** like Mickey and Mallory
A pimp *****, ***** *****, yeah, I gotta be
A broke ***** ** ** with my allergies
(Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you
These ****** and these hoes cant stress you
A sack of the good, rollin the wood, aint no pressure
I got money on my mind, **** is on my line
Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time
Bout to smoke it right, pourin up a pint
Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time
Smokin and ridin X3
The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets
You checkin out his trials, seeing how they be
His cup full of pink, mines full of brown
And you know thats us coming down the block when you hear that sound
Right now Im smoking with Gibbs but girl Im thinking bout you
Then I smoke some more with Problem too
And when we done smoking, Im tryna get to you, baby, baby
Smokin and ridin X 6
Half a zip of that cali-flower
Every time I write rhymes in first class
New Rollie on , thats how I define hard times
Long way from them drive-bys
Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers
Bougie party need a fifty plus
Im bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers
R-N-S, I love ******, almost more than I love ****
Body shots, I see bloods bleed
Once you return to hood they say 'blood leave'
Thats how they show me they love me
I thank em now that I smash off
Drop some bread in my cash vault
Then hit the block and drop a half off
Smoke with me, roll it up
Money stacks getting Kobe tall
My young ridder hit his first lick
We celebrate even though they roll
Dream drug keepin me calm
Stay focused on what I need to do
Im the one, theres no need for two
I breathe the block, you bleed the truth
Smokin and ridin X9
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