Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 99 Blunts, artist - Speak. Album song Singularity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steak Worldwide
Song language: English
99 Blunts |
| I came to park the car with no valet |
| 99 blunts lay dead in my ashtray |
| Tell all these hoes to stay off my pathway |
| I can show you how to get it on a bad day |
| Motor head with my Metal Gear Solid |
| Black nail polish what’s the deal are you gothic? |
| Probably a borderline alcoholic |
| How you hating with no paper in your pocket? |
| (How) |
| Big Opinion with no money that’s a problem |
| That’s the shit that gets you put inside a coffin |
| All the talking but the comments ain’t no commas |
| So I can never fuck with what you think about us |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99, 99 blunts |
| All black hoodie with the champion sweats |
| Big bad bully with a bag of regrets |
| I only smoke cigarettes when I’m drunk |
| That’s 27/28 days of the month |
| When I die bury me inside that mothafuckin' OXXO |
| Tell all the kids I’m a legend like Picasso |
| Use sunflowers to decorate my grave |
| And spread all my ashes in the lights of a rave |
| I’m a day one bad bitch |
| Take no captives |
| Break break crack ribs |
| Grand Prix practice |
| Blunt pass chapped lips |
| Nothing but the gossip |
| System of a down chop suey bitch I’m moshin |
| Flexin with the posh got the diamonds in the cross |
| And I say a fucking prayer |
| I don’t deal with the cops |
| I ain’t fucking with the pigs |
| Unless you cooking chicharron |
| Meet me on the corner and I got the Doctor on the phone |
| Kawasaki moto |
| Polaroid a photo |
| If you fuck me right |
| I might take you to Kyoto |
| Kawasaki moto |
| Polaroid a photo |
| And if you fuck me right |
| I might take you to Kyoto |
| I came to park the car with no valet |
| 99 blunts lay dead in my ashtray |
| Tell all these hoes to stay off my pathway |
| I can show you how to get it on a bad day |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99 blunts |
| 99, 99, 99 blunts |
| Big loud mouth where your energy at |
| Aiming at ya head |
| Now your memory lapsed |
| If I aim it at your chest then your lung will collapase |
| I wanna make a mil' |
| Ain’t no time to relax |
| Facts are facts |
| I broke the latch |
| Kick the door in |
| My boots Doc Martens (Doc Martens) |
| Hungry starvin' |
| Beg your pardon |
| Eat the garden |
| Leave the scene in Arson (Arson) |