Amber London - Smokin x Chokin lyrics

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Amber London - Smokin x Chokin lyrics

[Hook] b**h, I be chillin', we smokin', chokin' and sippin' that sh** 8x [Verse 1: Yung Simmie] Man I be chillin, chillin with villains I pray to my maker I swear to god they gon' feel me I be rolling a Philly No hands on the wheel Hard body, n***a, keep my hand on the steel I sippin' the pink f** what they think Straight to the bank Sippin' the dank I'm in all black, dressed to attack Watching my back Swervin' the 'Lac Smokin' that sack Feelin' myself Glock nine talk, protecting my wealth I don't see nobody else Plan on my side Imma rep Move with aggression when I step South side n***a when we ride it's to d**h n***a like me tryna eat past the port Raider Klan deep on the way to New York Rolling up, pour it up Hold up, gotta get it 305 fitted I don't rap I ad-lib it Gla** widdit I see through Smoke like it's meadow We be chillin' Call up some women It's Simmie [Hook] [Verse 2: Amber London] f** the cops, ho I'm not slow Stay heated up like a pot roast [?] but they got ghost That's why I keep that Glock close Them fools wanna play me like a busta But never do I be it I'm a G and you can see it We get dro and keep the weed lit And them cop wanna stop us Cause them choppas (?) like doctors Make em bleed Keep your eyes on your enemies My n***as strapped up like Flocka My n***as comin hard with the yoppa f**in yo b**h and now she knocked up Bumpin Big Poppa, poppin' the trunk Bringing the phonk Speakers be knockin shaking the back shaking the front Mane you know what it be A lot of my b**hes is stuck in the street Don't get shoot get struck with the heat Running and gunning don't [?] A lot of my homies is s**as for cash They blast they pa**in the dro you pa**in away Black four-four put your a** in a daze Shout out to Jade I'm tryna get paid Might hit your face so n***a behave If he ain't real then n***a what is he This ain't no Drizzy the weed got me dizzy Hot in my city Don't say you trill if you not in my city Riding with 50 I got it right with me Rolling with Simmie Won't give no dough to no hoe not a penny Puffin a blunt and that ho never skinny