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Where the fuck my blunt? Where the fuck my cup? Where the fuck my reefer? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'm smokin' on kush Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'm smokin' on kush Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh You know I'm a chiefer Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh You know I'm a chiefer I'm flyin' just like a eagle Bitch cryin', I don’t need her .45, long heater Hellcat big, two-seater This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em Huh, huh, and I be chiefin' All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin' Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin' We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four-door Jeep My boy trigger finger itchin', leave your brains on the seat My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the Heat Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked Letras de cancionesShe pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first? You or me? You or me? (Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first? You or me?) You or me? You or me? (Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?) Yeah (Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven) Yeah I been fighting my demons, huh I been fighting my—, yeah I been fighting my demons, huh I been fighting my—, yeah I been fighting my demons, huh I been fighting my—, huh I been fighting my demons, huh I been fighting my—, huh, huh I been fighting my demons, yeah I been fighting my—, huh, huh I been fighting my demons, yeah I been fighting my—, yeah I been fighting my demons, yeah I been fighting my—, huh I been fighting my demons, huh-yeah From Letras Mania