Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blunt to My Lip, artist - Ramirez. Date of issue: 09.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blunt to My Lip |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Pull up to your mammy house, I put yo' family straight to sleep |
| Ridin' with the duster by my side, I’m 'bout to sweep the streets |
| Tell them hoes the score was murder when I hit their fuckin' town |
| 'Tato tip all on that bitch so that they don’t make no sound |
| It’s the Grey*59, step inside the Columbine |
| Where you witness your demise and this throne will still be mine |
| Grey Gorilla, MAC-9, make your heart flatline |
| Speaking 'bout my fuckin' clique, buckle up and throw down |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Oh shit, here we go, these Percs and Xans, I’m feelin' low |
| We skrrt the Porsche, the engine blow, I been too rich, now watch me glow |
| Draco twitch, now watch me empty out a clip |
| Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I’ll hit your shit |
| VVS my neck, dripped out to my wrist |
| Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, smoke is in a brick |
| I got too much on me, that’s why your bitch, she want me |
| Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Watchin' for the police 'cause they always tryna catch me, mane |
| A 2−11 in progress, I’m 'bout to rob this sucka out his shit |
| Tie him up and tape his mouth, told this bitch, «Don't make no sound» |
| Throw that busta in the trunk, 'bout to take him hellbound |
| Out the grave, you can’t kill what’s dead, I like my rum bloody red |
| My souvenir; |
| this sucka head, and in the water’s where he dread |
| Servin' up that hot lead, I like the shotty 'cause it spread |
| Fuckin' with the Killa, promise by the end, you’ll be dead |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |
| Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip |
| Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips |