| My positions been in-scripted in a stone tablet
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| Boss crafted from a lone fabric
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| A known savage in my habitat
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| Stay where the chicken and the cabbage at
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| Smoking back to back like I got cataracts
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| the pressure, dope color Uncle Fester
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| Stash the cheddar and Beretta in your mother dresser
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| I took the bitch and I caressed her, felt the texture
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| Took her mind and I inject her with my crooked lectures
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| Pop 'em like a percocet when I squirt the Tec
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| Bend his earth to get the perfect plex
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| You niggas worthless, I’m Curt Hennig, Mr. Perfect
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| Broke bitches never fuck with 'em, I been allergic
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| My weed is louder than a hemmy though
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| I’m off a gallon of that Remy
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| Machete on, quick to let that semi go
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| And smokin' Lo, I’m still quick with the jabs
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| Served your father when he was hitting that bag
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| Said I sold too many O’s to be a hoes savior
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| Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier
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| Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone’s razor
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| You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| They ain’t seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger
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| What’s my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| Local nigga but the coke is Bolivian
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| I smoke my lungs out to oblivion
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| While jet skiing through the waters off the shore in the Carribean
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| The slim bitch the color cinnamon
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| You see I only touch the finest breeze
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| Some fiji water, smoke the finest trees
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| Purple labeled denim in designer V’s
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| I hit it once than I decline the fee’s
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| This bitch was necking me so long I swear to god I couldn’t find her knees
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| I take your bitch and I stroke her, roll up a fifty of oprah
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| That’s to the face, I’m a habitual smoker
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| Got a bitch to blow a line of that coca
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| And now she love me like sosa
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| Wrap it up then put it back in the chocha
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| Need a bitch that’s 'bout her money like Oprah
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| And stack the chips like it’s poker
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| Stash the holster underneath the roper
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| Stash the diesel underneath the sofa
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| In case the foes rush, don’t go nuts
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| Just roll some more dope up
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| Said I sold too many O’s to be a hoes savior
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| Word to blood, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| Got no love for a bitch, see my heart is like a froze glacier
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| Told you before, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| I got a neck full of gold, cut a nigga with Ramone’s razor
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| You know the name, smokin' Lo Fraizer
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| They ain’t seen a nigga like me since Jesus in a cold manger
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| What’s my name, smokin' Lo Fraizer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smokin' lo , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Mafioso Psalms, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп