Smoke Dza - Legends In The Making lyrics
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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 dower
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dower
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dower
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dower
uh uh.
Young Khalifa, where the don Khalifa?
When in every car I’m smoking weed
Up in it, I don’t know what type of shit you want
I need at least a zip
Didn’t you hear? I say the cars I own are never least 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
Uh!
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 bong weed
That lil nigga’s tryna clone me
And labels tryin to make the old me
But I’m the only one and only
Hook:
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
We’re legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo money, mo power
And we roll up that dower
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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 Miami still
I’m in the bay, smoking on king Kinley
On that YO, retro haze but SP
I don’t search for trees, I am OG
Lil nigga yo 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 blow
Run we goin down, that’s how much we gon do
But not so much stuff, you have to start my own dude
Big face Rollie, and my mob stay smooth
Fuckin bitches, now I’m lookin like a nigga like you
I’m from Harlem
Hook:
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
Ridin, smokin preme
We’re legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
More money, more power
And we roll up that dower
we’re legends in the making
Hoes 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, I came high off the bed string
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
X on in the ashtray of my team
Send a hoe 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
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 dower
More money, more power
And we roll up that dower
More money, more power
And we roll up that dower
More money, more power
And we roll up that dower
we’re legends in the making
