Smoke Dza - Legends In The Making (Ashtray Pt 2) lyrics
rate meft. Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
[Hook]
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
We’re legends in the making
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
We’re legends in the making
And we roll up that dour
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dour
(Legends in the making)
And we roll up that dour
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dour
(Legends in the making)
Young Khalifa, where the young Khalifa
When in every car I’m smoking weed
Up in it, I don’t know what type of shit you on
I need at least a zip
Didn't you hear, I say the cars I own are never leased a whip
Leather jacket, nigga muscle cars on that greasy shit
And my bandana tied, I play to ride
Live a movie so make sure the camera right
And I’m pullin' up and hoppin' out a mess of shit that young niggas ain't supposed to get
You know I’m rich
Nigga my whole squad getting it
Practically live on the road
Doing 100 when I’m in this bitch
You know niggas kinda slow
A raw paper and some bomb weed
That lil' nigga’s tryna clone me
And labels tryin' to make the own me
But I’m the only one that own me
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Kush god, keep it rollin' like the brakes broken
That’s a little gram, little man that ain't smoking
We move this shit, movie shit, I’m in motion
George Kush, second term and I’m still loaded
Yo bitch on me, all over my instinct
I’m in the bay, smoking on King Henry
On that y.o, retro haze but sp
I don’t search for trees, I am OG
Lil' nigga your lungs ain't strong enough to high box regard
You ain’t got no ones and you mouthin' off
Nigga knock it off, you niggas is through
Run we goin' down, that’s how much shit we gon'do
I got so much rugby, I can start my own ...
Big face Rollie, and my mob stay smooth
Fuckin' bitches not lookin' for a nigga like you
I’m from Harlem
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Holmes, where you get that weed from
Please don’t roll another one
I don’t even think that’s trees son
Bullshit, all this to show you something
Motor running, tank on F
High octain, high off the best strain
I write with my left brain
Haters face get tight when it’s set game
And them hoes know the business
Ball tight game for the ones they missin
No book, boy we handle bitches
Nigga I rap clothes off yo women
Clothes I smoke, we’re all in one city
Gold and chrome, 13 inches
Bikes on the dashboard, 16 switches
Car full of fumes, smoking that fuel
Exxon on in the ashtray of my coupe
Send a ho smellin' like Chevron theme
You more than whip, expectin' you to
Double my money, double the crew
Triple what we smoked yesterday
Then it’s 4-20, 24/7
Spitter Andretti, Ferraris and Chevys
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