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lv & rob - smoke one with me lyrics

[intro: lil bay & (?)]
+oke, choke and choke
n+gga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and+
mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and+
n+gga, better put that straight shooter down and roll up you a fat mack
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and+
mouth dry, eyes tight, mouth dry, eyes tight
choke, chokе and choke, choke and choke, chokе and choke, choke and+
westhaven on that dope, westhaven on that dope
choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke and choke, choke
choke and choke, choke and blow that sh+t back down my nose

[verse 1: lethal villain]
it’s a sack of that weed that i need to make my day so lovely
a bottle of bubbly, a b+tch to suck these
nuts, as i puff, up on the reefer
the sh+t that i chief up, a n+gga must keep up
hit back of that sh+t i can’t quit ’cause i’m addicted
suck weed and l!ck it, pass the lighter and fl!ck it
to the cess, oh yes, you can bet i smoke that pure dope
n+ggas who smokin’ know what it do it ain’t no secret hoe
i got five on this bag so trick what’s up
it’s ten in the mornin’ b+tch i’m ready to get f+cked up
fill my cup with the tanque and a lime twist
take a seat, buddy if you can’t hang at the door, b+tch
’cause we do it like great below my city
smokin’ pure in the mornin’ till the cow jump the moon, g
it ain’t a day, a day i ain’t gone smoke my weed
it’s just a habit, i gotta have it
to smoke one with me, lv, that n+gga who smoke that cess tree
and keep my d+ck hard drinkin’ that redberry
a real ass n+gga who smoke that hay to keep my day flowin’
i just keep blowin’ and blowin’ my eyes show it
[chorus: (?)]
chief out, chief out, chief out, chief out, chief out
chief out, chief out, chief out, everyday

[verse 2: gangsta gold]
smokin’ on a blunt, as we ride in that buick thang
clouded up+uh gettin’ buck+uh, b+tch you know it’s on mane
n+ggas ridin’ clean, as they stopped at the red light+uh
we look meaner, you jump wrong+uh, may i take yo f+ckin’ life
i’m packin’ with a .25, just to make a b+tch cry
and ridin’ with a .44 in case i want a n+gga to die
smokin’ on the herb have you heard, n+gga don’t doubt me
chiefin’ with my roadie, bring no extras i won’t miss you out+uh
lips kind of wet+uh that’s no problem i don’t give a f+ck+uh
best to bring yo own weed i bet you’ll be sh+t out of luck
i blow a sac, any time, any place, i don’t care
smoke my junt is what you want you betta careful with my share
b+u+d stay on my mind, ’cause i like to smoke a junt
i ain’t scared n+gga i walk around and blow yo f+ckin’ blunt
stayin’ smoked out, so a n+gga better step aside
itty, bitty, sh+tty, whats’s up, thank you time for drive+by
nonchalant n+ggas try to be the f+ckin’ hard type
cross my ground, b+tch, and watch yo ass blow up like dynamite
i get so high, stay so high, ’cause i am up in it with it
chokin’ off the gun that i got you know that death’ll take it
bustas with that smoke it out, hog it out, ain’t no joke
give me some, b+tch+uh i ain’t fallin’ for that okey+doke
flat foot smokin’ on some sh+t, blowin’ bud in the wind
i’m gangsta gold checkin’ out and mc money checkin’ in
[verse 3: mc money]
down to get my serve on, when i’m firin’ up that sh+t
and if you got that weed, hoe, bring it on and smoke it b+tch
’cause it just got to the point where i’m just crunk off that f+ckin’ dope
junts after junts, i just smoke, and smoke and smoke+

- lv rob lyrics

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