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letra de smoked out - c'zar the savage

[intro: walk up to your house]
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip

[verse 1: c’zar the savage]

smoked out
give a f-ck about a n-gga (b-tch), hoe i’m zoned out
and i’m blowin’ on a swisher (yeah)
615 representor
b-tch i’m straight up outta tennessee (tennessee)
young, tight, pimp ass n-gga sippin’ hennessy (sippin’ hennessy)
don’t give a f-ck about none of you b-tches that are talking sh-t
you n-ggas plot but i ain’t stoppin’ sh-t so get up off my d-ck (b-tch)
stupid ass, hoe ass, rattin’ ass n-ggas (n-ggas)
claim to be a k!lla you a cappin’ ass n-gga
please tell me what the f-ck you know about this savage sh-t (hoе)
you wanna find c’zar hoe, i’m probably posted with yo b-tch
imma stick it in her rib, n-gga makе her tap out (boom)
i’m a real n-gga, hoe you know i pull them tracks out
straight up out the bottom like my name was gutta
since i came up out the womb been smacking mothaf-ckas (yeah)
it’s a couple p-ssy n-ggas that’s talking like they wanna throw down
i’m finna chirp my n-gga, yo lil b-tch it’s bout to go down (b-tch)

smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip

[verse 2: da real a1yo]

i can’t be f-ckin’ with these suckas, mane they capped out
his sh-t sound good, but he ain’t livin’ what he rap bout
he done took so many losses, n-ggas beat him and made him tap out
i could respect that if he owned it, but nah he ain’t take that route
let’s go
imma get this money that’s by all means (all means)
i’m fillin’ prescriptions like it’s walgreens (call me)
imma get that sack like a defensive back
now when i cook i whip back obas, just know we keeping that
this gang so wicked i sleep with that strap
these n-ggas jealous and they envy, but still speak and give dap
and n-ggas know when my mo i’m a big speaker that step
if you got it on yo mind, i advise you leave it right there

[verse 3: c’zar the savage]

advise you leave it right there
my n-ggas ain’t playin’ fair
n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t, but face to face they just stare
you n-ggas cannot compare
on the real these n-ggas hoes mane
and i think it’s time i let you b-tches know mane i’m smoked out

[outro: walk up to your house]
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out locced out, riding with the pistol grip

- czar the savage

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