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letra de smoke one with me - lv & rob

[intro: lil bay & (?)]
-oke, choke and choke
n-gga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and-
mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and-
n-gga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and-
mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
choke, chokе and choke, choke and choke, chokе and choke, choke and-
westhaven on that dope, westhaven on that dope
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke
choke and choke, choke and blow that sh-t back down my nose

[verse 1: lethal villain]
it’s a sack of that weed that i need to make my day so lovely
a bottle of bubbly, a b-tch to suck these
nuts, as i puff, up on the reefer
the sh-t that i chief up, a n-gga must keep up
hit back of that sh-t i can’t quit ’cause i’m addicted
suck weed and l!ck it, pass the lighter and fl!ck it
to the cess, oh yes, you can bet i smoke that pure dope
n-ggas who smokin’ know what it do it ain’t no secret hoe
i got five on this bag so trick what’s up
it’s ten in the mornin’ b-tch i’m ready to get f-cked up
fill my cup with the tanque and a lime twist
take a seat, buddy if you can’t hang at the door, b-tch
’cause we do it like great below my city
smokin’ pure in the mornin’ till the cow jump the moon, g
it ain’t a day, a day i ain’t gone smoke my weed
it’s just a habit, i gotta have it
to smoke one with me, lv, that n-gga who smoke that cess tree
and keep my d-ck hard drinkin’ that redberry
a real ass n-gga who smoke that hay to keep my day flowin’
i just keep blowin’ and blowin’ my eyes show it
[chorus: (?)]
chief out, chief out, chief out, chief out, chief out
chief out, chief out, chief out, everyday

[verse 2: gangsta gold]
smokin’ on a blunt, as we ride in that buick thang
clouded up-uh gettin’ buck-uh, b-tch you know it’s on mane
n-ggas ridin’ clean, as they stopped at the red light-uh
we look meaner, you jump wrong-uh, may i take yo f-ckin’ life
i’m packin’ with a .25, just to make a b-tch cry
and ridin’ with a .44 in case i want a n-gga to die
smokin’ on the herb have you heard, n-gga don’t doubt me
chiefin’ with my roadie, bring no extras i won’t miss you out-uh
lips kind of wet-uh that’s no problem i don’t give a f-ck-uh
best to bring yo own weed i bet you’ll be sh-t out of luck
i blow a sac, any time, any place, i don’t care
smoke my junt is what you want you betta careful with my share
b-u-d stay on my mind, ’cause i like to smoke a junt
i ain’t scared n-gga i walk around and blow yo f-ckin’ blunt
stayin’ smoked out, so a n-gga better step aside
itty, bitty, sh-tty, whats’s up, thank you time for drive-by
nonchalant n-ggas try to be the f-ckin’ hard type
cross my ground, b-tch, and watch yo ass blow up like dynamite
i get so high, stay so high, ’cause i am up in it with it
chokin’ off the gun that i got you know that death’ll take it
bustas with that smoke it out, hog it out, ain’t no joke
give me some, b-tch-uh i ain’t fallin’ for that okey-doke
flat foot smokin’ on some sh-t, blowin’ bud in the wind
i’m gangsta gold checkin’ out and mc money checkin’ in
[verse 3: mc money]
down to get my serve on, when i’m firin’ up that sh-t
and if you got that weed, hoe, bring it on and smoke it b-tch
’cause it just got to the point where i’m just crunk off that f-ckin’ dope
junts after junts, i just smoke, and smoke and smoke-

- lv rob

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