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letra de dirt, blow, cards & murder - smokecamp chino

krown!
roll that weed up my n-gga, smoke some
[?] on the beat
might to grab the glock and go smoke some man, these n-ggas got me f-cked up man
([?] boys n-gga)
gang sh-t n-gga, you know how we bummin’ around this b-tch
(four five [?], for real)

bro head still f-cked up, we still like to [?] sh-t
we ain’t no hitters shoot the f-cking [?] is
you lil n-ggas still land on the opps
we the motherf-cking reason that they mans get dropped
i never bust [?] just [?]
i was ducking four fives n-gga back in twelfth grade
you n-ggas b-tch made, bunch of fake thugs hating
while we [?] with them glock, nines and [?] with them lasers
rappin’ about all this street sh-t, n-gga stop
how you was postin’ on thе block and never bumped in thе opps
how you n-ggas coppin’ all these es, b-tch and never bumped in the chain and my n-gga big e
d-mn right we make flips been [?] n-gga, been ridin’ on sixes [?]
been on that gang sh-t since the high school [?] teach, n-gga

[interlude: smokecamp chino)
(n-gga we been doing this sh-t n-gga)
(sh-t ain’t new to us n-gga)
(we been slidin’ on n-ggas, n-gga)
(we been on that gang sh-t, n-gga)
(we been on the block making plays, doing all that sh-t n-gga)
(real n-ggas doing that sh-t, n-gga)
(better ask around this b-tch, n-gga)
(smoke boy for life n-gga)
([?] blow a n-gga top off in this b-tch, n-gga)
(blood, n-gga)
(blood nem n-gga)
[verse 2: atm krown]
look, ay
how you call yourself my boy if you ain’t answer when i call
that sh-t flaw, i’ma have to cut you off
steady askin’ about the source, i can’t give it out
livin’ like i’m [?] boy try run me up a big amount
just left [?] b-tch’s house
you know i had to skrrt off
bro serve ’em while i’m f-cking take my time to take a shirt off
the cops be slow pulling up cause they ain’t be here before
we getting this [?]
if not, you get [?] dough
them bl!ckys a blow, glizzy what we tuckin’ no doubt
you stay in a house, cook you up we puffin’ [?]
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and that gon’ mean no fightin’ we shootin’
small circle sh-t, it ain’t gon’ be no more recruiting
if you ain’t rockin’ with the gang then you losin’ but you [?]
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f-ck, if n0body listen my people drillin’
you know that

- smokecamp chino

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