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FREDDIE GIBBS : Smoke And Ride lyrics

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FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "Smoke And Ride"

Smokin and ridin x3

I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the roll with the work told her hold that first we gon' cash out get mo
Down from the jump hand on the pump see my shotgun rida

If a ^!$$% want front throw him in the trunk
Run him up pass my lighter
Smokin on killa straight casualties

In your weave like mickey and mallory
A pimp ^!$$% (*##$ ^!$$% yea gotta be
A broke (*##$ $#&@ with my allergies (whoa!)

Damn pray god bless ya
These ^!$$%s and the hoes can't stress ya
A sack of the good rollin the wood ain't no pressure

I got money on my mind dope is on the line
Police tryna get me but they miss me every time
Bout to smoke it right pourin up a pint

Police tryna get me but they miss me every time
Smokin and ridin x3

Good gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets (you know it)
You checkin out his trials seeing how they be (you know it)

His cup full of pink mine's full of brown
And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound (aw yeah)
Right now I'm smoking with Gibbs but girl I'm thinking 'bout you

Then we smoke some more with Problem too
And when we done smoking I'm tryna get to you baby baby baby

Smokin and ridin x6
Half a zip of that cali-flower

Every time I write rhymes in first class with a rolly on
That's how I define hard times
Long way from them drive byes

Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers
Bougie party need a fifty plus
Bring them ratchet hoes and our drug dealers

RNS I love ^!$$%s I'm off more than I love weed
Body shots I see bloods bleed once you turn the hood
They say blood leave that's how they show me the 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 off
Money stacks getting Kobe tall
My young ridder hit his first lick

We celebrate even though they roll
10 drinks can't keep me calm
Stay focused on what I need to do

I'm the one there's no need for 2
I breathe the block you bleed the truth

Smokin and ridin x9

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