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smokecamp chino - dirt, blow, cards & murder lyrics
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’ [?]
[?]
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
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