| Yo, light that cigarette, I’m trippin'
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| Ash it, then I flick it
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| Liquid got me feeling wicked, sickenin' how I’m thinking
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| Every weekend, durin' evenings I’m creepin', all black secrets
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| Got a demon who be speakin', I swear to God, they so misleading
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| I’m just a skeleton in clothing, junkie that be flowing
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| I be that boogeyman in yo' closet, that drug money in yo' wallet
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| All black for a home invasion
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| Smoking that dope 'till I’m Asian
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| Up in that alleyway, I’m bent, switchblade on my hip
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| Sippin' dip that’s mixed with Crys
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| Got me tripping, talking shit
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| Got me tripping, talking shit, uh
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| I’m twisted on that dip, yeah
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| Got me tripping, talking shit, uh
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| I’m twisted on that dip
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| It’s that grim-reaping motherfucker
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| Patch me up, I’m leaking, snatch me up your bitch
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| I’m ridin' dirty, swervin', and I’m skewing
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| What I’m seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon
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| Dreaming of a fuckboy massacre, bitch, I’m scheming
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| Bitch, I’m steamin' up some weed
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| And I’ll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your bitch rolled laced
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| with your homie’s ashes
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| I’m teasin', meaning I told your bitch that we would fuck, but didn’t for no
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| reason
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| Please and thank you when I drop a track
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| My audience is a bunch of zombies teamin' up to try and stop me
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| Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for yo' mommy, uh
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| Spray 'em with that Tommy, then I spray 'em with that Tommy
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| Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherfucker ($uicide)
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| Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherfucker (59)
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale
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| Hunnid blunts to the face, hunnid cups of the bale |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Blunts , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album KILL YOURSELF Part III: The Budd Dwyer Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп