99 Blunts - Speak, Lao

99 Blunts - Speak, Lao

Альбом
Singularity
Год
2019
Язык
`English`
Длительность
175360

Below is the lyrics of the song 99 Blunts , artist - Speak, Lao with translation

Lyrics " 99 Blunts "

Original text with translation

99 Blunts

Speak, Lao

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)

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