The Smoke Out Lyrics - Singles - Birdman

What's up chop, what's happenin' wit ya baby 

*** how you feel comin' out that project *** 

To these E-States and floatin' on these million dollar yahts 

Smokin' these thousand dollar Marlboro's 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

We got *** in the mornin', *** for the homies 

*** in the back of the Coupe I been smokin' my *** 

I went from G's and thieves *** 

We blowin' the *** my ***, f***** wit freaks *** 

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I'm in that Bentley Coupe n**** 

From shine on video to six foot shorty too my n**** 

And yeah, we headed up town n**** 

Blow after pound my n*****, puttin' it down my n**** 

And yeah, ridin' big is my crown n**** 

Holdin' my rounds my n****, holdin' my town my n*** 

To be the boss that I be n**** 

And smoke *** everyday of the week n**** 

On Stunna Island n**** f***** with them G n***** 

We gettin' money everyday of the week n**** 

It's fast money n****, Cash Money made me 

We blow that purple everyday in my city streets 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

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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 surround 

Chenell beach bags where I keep the *** stash 

And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like 

Motha****** 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 mingle with the stars 

Blow Dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars 

They say you need a ship but *** get there in they cars 

Uh, we smoke out till we choke out 

I'm clearin' my throat and I'm at it again my *** no doubt 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

I took a half a block, gettin' my ice box for freshness 

Got half the block complainin' how loud the stench is 

Pewhhe pimpin' la pew, 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 *** this one's a banger *** right 

Got that light green, red, orange, yellow 

Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap 

You ever ask a *** 'bout me 

But them *** 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 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn 

Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn 

Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' 

Roll it up 

Roll it up 

Roll it up 

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