Smoke DZA ft. Al-Doe & NymLo – Leana Horns Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeah, it’s the Kush God Smoke DZA
And ya now listenin’ to Leana
Horns ft. my brothers
Al-Doe and NymLo
(Verse: Smoke DZA)
(Kush God, bitch, lost under commission)
(Fuck all
the bullshit)
Right, push backwards and blow duthies
Smoke luxury, nigga
flow been ugly
Since Huffies, niggas can’t fuck with me
Damn near made
rugby
Back track make yo memory fuzzy
Headed up by me, I’m hot
I’m back
to back with Ras
He pass the pot, so grass
A lot seen, good energy, good
vibes and
Whether in the hood or on the good island
Errbody rap, errbody
whylin’
Smooth roads neva made good drivers
Clear skies neva made good
pilots
Smoke DZA, nigga, only one, and I’m him
Big nigga with the stands
on
Kushed Godzilla, crush everything my hands on
Pillow talkin’, get that
nigga some tampons
This real shit, rare form
(Hook break)
(Verse 2: Al-Doe)
Tax free, dark drinkin’ Macallo and Jack D.
Johnny
Walker, only sippin’ if it’s blue label
All my niggas is tastin’, we at the
cool table
Outta town breaks, music of the drugs, you know I’m around
base
Ten plates, no, I do ???
The black J mean the tooth-o heart
Still
sellin’ on this Buddho God
I just caught a flight, had to serve Bruno
Mars
I stay clean, sick of rattin’ some shades, I’m James Dean
If I’m
meetin’ with ye in the same team
I got jinky eye bitches that model for
Beijing
Ha, drug dealer, I was born that
Stay around keys and drums, now
where my horns at?
(Hook break)
Yeah, it’s the Kush God Smoke DZA
And ya now listenin’ to
Leana Horns ft. my brothers
Al-Doe and NymLo
Really fuckin’ cool ride
(Verse 3: NymLo)
Koheeba in my ashtray
Blonde shotgun is my
Cuban
She only here on a Visa tho’
I taught her to tell the FEDs she a
student
It’s only right cuz she give me brain
She love a fly nigga so I
dress plain
I could fuck around and fly into the towers
Thought it off for
50 cent, now I got power
Now I got powder, heaven on the sour
Plus the
Mac11 for these muthafuckin’ cowards
Young short stop, look, they runnin’ to
the base
You fuck my money up, you get a gun into yo face
The beat
knockin’, streets watchin’
In my block fo’eva high, they no heat
droppin’
It’s get money or die, ain’t no three options
And bitch, you get
my niggas off, she like three cockring(?)
Slow
