
Smoke Signal Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim (Ft. Al.divino)
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[Intro: Al Divino]
Ayo
You already fuckin' know
Yeah
[Verse 1: Al Divino]
It's me and Mach at the pizza spot
Exotic weed with white hair like ZZ Top
Cuddy's fienin' the cop
Pineapple juice and peach Ciroc, Absolute for the bitches
Verbal ballistics, work in the kitchen
The purple get twisted up, bitch I learn through tradition
This ain't no superstition, those who choose to listen see the vision
Speak with precision
Disobeying the speed limit
Green fitted shootin' out the green Civic
Keep the heater hidden in the glove compartment
Scratch several black market rap, I'm a marksmen!
You just a easy target bullseye, can't miss. Got blood stains on my red leather Stan Smith's
Cannabis shining in the light, like amethyst, manhandled the manuscript
Panoramic view out my mind's eye
I've revived, time seem to fly by
Critics got a lot to say sittin' on the sidelines
[Intro: Al Divino]
Ayo
You already fuckin' know
Yeah
[Verse 1: Al Divino]
It's me and Mach at the pizza spot
Exotic weed with white hair like ZZ Top
Cuddy's fienin' the cop
Pineapple juice and peach Ciroc, Absolute for the bitches
Verbal ballistics, work in the kitchen
The purple get twisted up, bitch I learn through tradition
This ain't no superstition, those who choose to listen see the vision
Speak with precision
Disobeying the speed limit
Green fitted shootin' out the green Civic
Keep the heater hidden in the glove compartment
Scratch several black market rap, I'm a marksmen!
You just a easy target bullseye, can't miss. Got blood stains on my red leather Stan Smith's
Cannabis shining in the light, like amethyst, manhandled the manuscript
Panoramic view out my mind's eye
I've revived, time seem to fly by
Critics got a lot to say sittin' on the sidelines
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