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christina sophia - smoke out lyrics

[chorus: christina sophia]
get your lighters and your tree, it’s time to roll up
we sippin’ henny with the team, you better show up
you can see the diamonds on me, baby, yeah we glowed up
come and join our smokeout, welcome to the smokeout!
get your lighters and your tree, it’s time to roll up
we sippin’ henny with the team, you better show up
you can see the diamonds on me, baby, yeah we glowed up
come and join our smokeout, welcome to the smokeout!

[verse 1: eddie cane]
smoke out
whyso, i know
you ain’t gotta tell me my eyes low
i roll, maestro
been trappin’ all night, it’s slow! (it’s slow, it’s slow)
what you need, i got two for the 15 (what?)
loud reek, you can smell, yeah, my sh-t’s mean (yeah!)
talk sh-t, get money, but my kicks clean (what?)
been gettin’ to it, n-gga, since 16
whoa!
i know some b-tches that’s sellin’ some wax
mixed with some hash
sh-t is some thrax!
don’t tell me no facts
i know this is that
i’m fixin’ my hat if you fixin’ yo lips
you f-ck with the squad then we stick in your b-tch
with ribbons and sh-t!
my blunt stay lookin’ like some chicken strips
me and my girlfriend, we l!ckin’ your b-tch
and kissin’ and sh-t!
break it down and roll it up, please don’t park on the gr-ss
the rello stuff, do we got it loaded, weed in garbage bags
pretty hefty
durban poison, clear the chamber, don’t cough
urban grower, i came in like a boss
please don’t fret over the price of the cost
smokin’ out everybody in the loft!

[verse 2: wally dixon & eddie cane]
look, look
moon rockets got my blunt lookin’ bumpy
crack a window, ’cause the room h-lla stuffy
i’m from the dirty, like a n-gga playin’ rugby
when i need it, call me cutta, ’cause you know the boy pluggin’
i say moon rockets got my blunt lookin’ bumpy
crack a window, ’cause the room h-lla stuffy
i need a swisher, backwood, or a dutchie
smokin’ l’s with my people, we gon’ blow a whole onion, n-gga!
blowin’ on the elevate got me elevated
i hit the barbershop high, now i’m h-lla faded
you want a hit of this sh-t, you probably won’t make it
sh-t, i only smoked one and now i’m in the matrix
yeah (yeah), look
i like smokin’ skunky, eatin’ edibles
rollin’ doctor weed, that’s the medical
this sh-t got me higher than my pinnacle
break it down and roll it up, please don’t park on the gr-ss
the rello stuff, do we got it loaded, weed in garbage bags
pretty hefty
look, i’m fresh as h-ll like i came out the cleaners
i just rolled a blunt that’s thicker than selena
i’m big-headed swagger, ’tisha and gina
three chamber bomb for me, cane and ‘stina
i’m wilin’, n-gga!

- christina sophia lyrics

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