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chevy woods - super bowl lyrics

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[bridge]
quarter brick on the scale, watch me weight that sh-t up
sh-t is so much work that i need me a truck
quarter brick on the scale, watch me weight that sh-t up
sh-t is so much work that i need me a truck

[hook]
i’m smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
i’m smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money, smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money
smokin’ weed and gettin’ money

[verse 1]
i’mma leave that sh-t to sosa, i don’t think that i’m kobe
i be overseas with it, b-tch, i think i’m gin-bili
and my shooter’s lewinsky, 42 off that whiskey
lay you down somethin’ quickly, no misdemeanor, no missy
yeah them felonies, i know ’bout
shootouts, i know ’bout
c-ke sellin’, i know ’bout
dope sellin’, i know ’bout
you don’t know sh-t, boy
talkin’ out your mouth
lights off, they masks on, and they right outside your house
them gold chains, buy some gold bottles that we drinkin’ up in that vip
that’s what i sell and i’m fly as h-ll
you with that bird-mouth–ss b-tch
take it to the top ’cause i’m from the bottom
you n-gg-s know me, real sh-t
but let me break it down, we smokin’ weed, gettin’ money up in this b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2]
g-ngb-ng, that’s 48, a hundred n-gg-s on the left side
f-cked around with my n-gg- o now i’m leanin’ out on the westside
ftr to my north n-gg-s, pennex out on that eastside
big duke from that mon yough where they known for lettin’ them heats fly
sixty grand on my watch, n-gg- – try somethin’, get shot, n-gg-
the ‘hood got f-cked up when big, dre and loc got locked up, n-gg-
young n-gg-s have metal too – olympic-style, they’ll medal you
i was out on that ocean view – f-ck you think you want me to do?
they holler and give back – but they ain’t never give me sh-t
i put the ‘hood on my back – and i was never on no weak sh-t
p-ssy b-tches like y’all? i smell y’all b-tches from far
but i’m just countin’ my bread, and smokin’ out of that jar

[bridge]

[hook]



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