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Young Scooter – Bob Marley lyrics
[Hook]
Bob Marley
We smoke out the papers
Dreads in my head like I’m Jamaican
Bob Marley
Just smoke a quarter pound a week
That’s a pound every month for the free
I be ‘round the top shottas
Boss man Scooter, done dada
Bob Marley
I never cross my niggas
Get a 100 mill then come and whip it

[Verse 1]
Rock O’s, rock shows, let the dice roll
Bankrolls, oh no, money can’t fold
Range Rov, all gold, that shit come with a stove
Price low, coupe low, with butterfly doors
Young Scooter, smoke Bob Marley papers
Top down, riding through Decatur
Bob Marley, bombaclot like I’m from Kingston
These niggas’ll never know what the fuck I’m thinking
Roll weed, long way, nigga no C
OG Cali Kush, that’s inside me
Crack baby, cocaine in my IV
Smoked an ounce in an hour, me and Wiz Khalif’

[Hook]
Bob Marley
We smoke out the papers
Dreads in my head like I’m Jamaican
Bob Marley
Just smoke a quarter pound a week
That’s a pound every month for the free
I be ‘round the top shottas
Boss man Scooter, done dada
Bob Marley
I never cross my niggas
Get a 100 mill then come and whip it

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[Hook] Bob Marley We smoke out the papers Dreads in my head like I’m Jamaican Bob Marley Just smoke a quarter pound a week That’s a pound every month for the free I be ‘round the top shottas Boss man Scooter, done dada Bob Marley I never cross my niggas Get a 100 mill then come and whip it [Verse 1] Rock O’s, rock shows, let the dice roll Bankrolls, oh no, money can’t fold Range Rov, all gold, that shit come with a stove Price low, coupe low, with butterfly doors Young Scooter, smoke Bob Marley papers Top down, riding through Decatur Bob Marley, bombaclot like I’m from Kingston These niggas’ll never know what the fuck I’m thinking Roll weed, long way, nigga no C OG Cali Kush, that’s inside me Crack baby, cocaine in my IV Smoked an ounce in an hour, me and Wiz Khalif’ [Hook] Bob Marley We smoke out the papers Dreads in my head like I’m Jamaican Bob Marley Just smoke a quarter pound a week That’s a pound every month for the free I be ‘round the top shottas Boss man Scooter, done dada Bob Marley I never cross my niggas Get a 100 mill then come and whip it Explain Request ×



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