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Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making Young Khalifa winning young Khalifa winnin 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 leased a whip Leather jacket, nigga muscle cars on that greaser 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 Letras de cancionesYou 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 bomb weed That lil nigga’s tryna clone me And labels tryin to make the own me But I’m the only one and only Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour 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 my [?] I’m in the bay, smoking on King Henry On that YO, retro haze but SP I don’t search for trees, I am OG Lil nigga your lungs ain’t strong enough to hot box with God You ain’t got no ones and you mouthin off Nigga knock it off, you niggas is through Run we goin down, that’s how much we gon do But not so much rugby, 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 prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making Homes 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 octain, high off the best strain 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 Exxon on in the ashtray of my coupe Send a ho 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 prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' Ridin, smokin prayin' We’re legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making And we roll up that dour Mo money, mo power And we roll up that dour Legends in the making From Letras Mania