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prod.khalifa – 420 – khalifa | loco | gillani lyrics

verse 1 (loco)
dumb dumb dumbin,down margy highway
round about comin your way
skiddin round 7th avenue
pigs searchin your ashtray
sip sippin a few pounds of brew
ya’ll mans just lack the glue
whippin whippin with the whole f+ckin crew
chillin on this booze cruise
cause we got nothing else to do
mad man k said hop up on the beat
roll it smoke it beat the heat
staying straight steady hard on the scene
alcohol and weed
brodies causing ruckus on the street
staying mean with the foot
staying neat with the drinks
v6 in the bay with the supreme gonna make you scream
imma throw you some smoke
imma blow you some steam
we’re winnin now
and you can’t join the team jesus take the wheel
not on nothing clean
i’m tweaking out
where’s the downers let me balance now
where’s the uppers let me throw them out
thinking big with my head in the motha f+ckin clouds
i’m a sinner with wisdom
got dinner with satan
he like chicken with christians
novel covid got me curbin asians
distance flushing drugs out my system
pull up pull up whats the play then
051 stunner city my location
verse 2 ( khalifa)
yo
bhai merey idols
baatein nahi chodoon ga bohat hain rivals
poppin out the rifles yea
all of these hoes are lifeless yea
bikkay hain saaray is game mein
social media kee fame mein
fast life fast lane mein
larka 420 naee mein
pop smoke type beat pai
loco on repeat hai
phir dekho mera freestyle jesay streetstyle
call up call up paaji
uska text aaye
he’s flying high, on gin dry
phir f+6 sey g+6 tak chalay j kab tak
jab tak khan naa bolay tab tak

verse 3 ( gillani)
i’m in the city i’m inside the lobby
i lit it i hit it then throw it out the audi
i swear you gon hype me and catch me a body
i sipp on that muddy i sipp on that coffee
i’m on it
i been searching for this image thinking that
it would be vivid got me drinking up the spirits
mind and body timid
i’m committed to crime, always on my grind
chasing dreams like i’m running out time, in this thing piecing words and rhymes
chasin dreams like im runnin out of time
things have gone to pieces, i can feel it
times are getting hard
man had to use my visa just to pay my mastercard
dirt roads interstates i done really drove em all
cigarettes and cl!cks sipping black and that alcohol
i can’t tell you nothing i know nothing unless u involved
johnny walking on my face got me saying f+ck em all

- prod khalifa lyrics

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