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dirt, blow, cards & murder - smokecamp chino lyrics

krown!
roll that weed up my n*gga, smoke some
[?] on the beat
might to grab the glock and go smoke some man, these n*ggas got me f*cked up man
([?] boys n*gga)
gang sh*t n*gga, you know how we bummin’ around this b*tch
(four five [?], for real)

bro head still f*cked up, we still like to [?] sh*t
we ain’t no hitters shoot the f*cking [?] is
you lil n*ggas still land on the opps
we the motherf*cking reason that they mans get dropped
i never bust [?] just [?]
i was ducking four fives n*gga back in twelfth grade
you n*ggas b*tch made, bunch of fake thugs hating
while we [?] with them glock, nines and [?] with them lasers
rappin’ about all this street sh*t, n*gga stop
how you was postin’ on thе block and never bumped in thе opps
how you n*ggas coppin’ all these es, b*tch and never bumped in the chain and my n*gga big e
d*mn right we make flips been [?] n*gga, been ridin’ on sixes [?]
been on that gang sh*t since the high school [?] teach, n*gga

[interlude: smokecamp chino)
(n*gga we been doing this sh*t n*gga)
(sh*t ain’t new to us n*gga)
(we been slidin’ on n*ggas, n*gga)
(we been on that gang sh*t, n*gga)
(we been on the block making plays, doing all that sh*t n*gga)
(real n*ggas doing that sh*t, n*gga)
(better ask around this b*tch, n*gga)
(smoke boy for life n*gga)
([?] blow a n*gga top off in this b*tch, n*gga)
(blood, n*gga)
(blood nem n*gga)
[verse 2: atm krown]
look, ay
how you call yourself my boy if you ain’t answer when i call
that sh*t flaw, i’ma have to cut you off
steady askin’ about the source, i can’t give it out
livin’ like i’m [?] boy try run me up a big amount
just left [?] b*tch’s house
you know i had to skrrt off
bro serve ’em while i’m f*cking take my time to take a shirt off
the cops be slow pulling up cause they ain’t be here before
we getting this [?]
if not, you get [?] dough
them bl!ckys a blow, glizzy what we tuckin’ no doubt
you stay in a house, cook you up we puffin’ [?]
[?]
and that gon’ mean no fightin’ we shootin’
small circle sh*t, it ain’t gon’ be no more recruiting
if you ain’t rockin’ with the gang then you losin’ but you [?]
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f*ck, if n0body listen my people drillin’
you know that

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