Legends In The Making Lyrics - Singles - Smoke Dza

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 

Legends in the making 

And we roll up that dower 

Mo money, mo power 

And we roll up that dower 

Legends in the making 

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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 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 

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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 

Legends in the making 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

Legends in the making 

And we roll up that dower 

Mo money, mo power 

And we roll up that dower 

Legends in the making