Birdman feat. Ta & 6 Shot Smoke Out Lyrics

Fast Money Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 My Territory
  • 3 Neck of the Woods
  • 4 Ghetto Life
  • 5 Hug da Block
  • 6 Cash Money Niggas
  • 7 Shoblin' Snow
  • 8 Pressure's On
  • 9 Get It All Together
  • 10 We Got That
  • 11 Smoke Out
  • 12 Big Pimpin'
  • 13 Out the Ghetto
  • 14 Around the World
  • 15 Solid Chic
  • 16 We Getting It On
  • 17 Get Your Shine On
  • (feat. 6 Shot, Magnolia Chop, Ta)

    What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
    nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga
    to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
    smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's

    [Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
    You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
    bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
    roll it up I'm smokin
    roll it up I'm chokin

    We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
    weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga
    I went from G's and thieves nigga
    we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
    I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
    from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
    and yeah we headed up town nigga
    blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
    and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
    holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)
    to be the boss that I be nigga
    and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
    on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
    we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
    it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
    we blow that purple everyday in my city streets


    I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
    sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
    in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)
    Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
    and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
    mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like
    you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
    it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk
    the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian
    get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
    I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
    I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars
    blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
    they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars
    Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
    I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt


    [6 Shot]
    I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness
    got half the block complainin how loud the stench is
    Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow
    cause after a few hits ya through
    can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby
    hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy
    keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
    puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
    gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
    get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right
    got that light green, red, orange, yellow
    got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
    you ever ask a nigga bout me
    cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week
    Huh picture I'm an O.G.
    from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki


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