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smoke dza & mike & keys - freebird rules lyrics

[intro: smoke dza]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: smoke dza]
no security, i got a plate inside my carry+on
the way i travel, i don’t gotta deal with tsa
baby, if only you knew just like the patti song
my cuban heavy, only rock it if it’s kilo weight
n+gga jumpin’ out foreigns like i’m junkyard dog, where’s the roof?
4th rope culture for the gods, what it do?

[verse 2: zombie juice & smoke dza]
one last call
yeah, doubt me like my last name ball
if you my n+gga, you my n+gga, stand against me, then it’s war
this the kool g rap
the mafioso of this era, wrote it all from scratch
done shined a light up on my borough, gave my heart to my friends
i beat the odds once, baby, i could do it again
and i ain’t like these rap n+ggas, i don’t need those props
i don’t need those hoes, i don’t ride off backs
it’s respect when it’s owed
i don’t name drop and never been to parties with who? i’m just sayin’, look, look
when i die, could look back and say we made a movement
um, bougie and ghetto, still sell it, if it come, i move it
sorry, grandmama, you know your boy too real
i may talk a lot of sh+t ’cause i earned it, yeah
every day, you gotta grow up a bit like
every day, you gotta show up, get lit, let my nuts hang
blurred lines of cocaine, said finish the whole thing
i’m sayin’, baby, i ain’t say enough
smoke dza lace the boots, n+gga, let’s double up
stand on my own two feet and got the hammer clutched, like
right? right? right? (right, what the f+ck?)
[verse 3: smoke dza & flash garments]
uh, yeah, big heel energy, we the true mob
neck in quebec, the real montreal screw job
i’m too on fire, gotta cool off (garments, uh)

[verse 4: flash garments]
yokohama garments, 8+5 stuck in my toothpick
she used to local jokers, her regular man like ruth chris
talkin’ to me nicely can suddenly make my mood switch
i’m that n+gga, h+llo, them other n+ggas like, “who’s this?”
good in all accords like hondas, breakin’ down drivin’
my mentality is give me my fabric, exotic island
made a movie outside, they had to drive in
you think you gettin’ p+ssy like me? stop lyin’
razor ramon, always cut like razor’s edge
my fate is whole grain like my hero, hold the spread
don’t give a f+ck if she gluten+free, i love my bread
bronx bomber, word to my dead, no christian’s edge

[outro: flash garments]
f+ck outta here, n+gga
n+ggas is bums
trio

- smoke dza mike keys lyrics

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