MISERY LXST CXNTURY
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[Intro: Lethal Villain]
I just keep blowin' and blowin' my eyes show it
Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, everyday
[Verse 1: Gangsta Cold]
Smokin' on a blunt, as we ride in that Buick thang
Clouded up-uh gettin' buck-uh, bitch you know it's on mane
Niggas ridin' clean, as they stopped at the red light-uh
We look meaner, you jump wrong-uh, may I take yo fuckin' life
I'm packin' with a .25, just to make a bitch cry
And ridin' with a .44 in case I want a nigga to die
Smoking on the herb have you heard, nigga don't doubt me
Chiefin' with my roadie, bring no extras I won't miss you out-uh
Lips kind of wet-uh that's no problem I don't give a fuck-uh
Best to bring yo own weed I bеt you'll be shit out of luck
I blow a sac, any time, any place, I don't carе
Smoke my junt is what you want you betta careful with my share
B U D stay on my mind, 'cause I like to smoke a junt
I ain't scared nigga I walk around and blow yo fuckin' blunt
Staying smoked out, so a nigga better step aside
Itty bitty shitty, wussup, thank you time for drive-by
Nonchalant niggas try to be the fuckin' hard type
Give me some, bitch-uh I ain't falling for that okey-doke
Flat foot smoking on some shit, blowing bud in the wind
I'm Gangsta Gold checkin' out and MC Money checkin' in
I just keep blowin' and blowin' my eyes show it
Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, Chief out, everyday
[Verse 1: Gangsta Cold]
Smokin' on a blunt, as we ride in that Buick thang
Clouded up-uh gettin' buck-uh, bitch you know it's on mane
Niggas ridin' clean, as they stopped at the red light-uh
We look meaner, you jump wrong-uh, may I take yo fuckin' life
I'm packin' with a .25, just to make a bitch cry
And ridin' with a .44 in case I want a nigga to die
Smoking on the herb have you heard, nigga don't doubt me
Chiefin' with my roadie, bring no extras I won't miss you out-uh
Lips kind of wet-uh that's no problem I don't give a fuck-uh
Best to bring yo own weed I bеt you'll be shit out of luck
I blow a sac, any time, any place, I don't carе
Smoke my junt is what you want you betta careful with my share
B U D stay on my mind, 'cause I like to smoke a junt
I ain't scared nigga I walk around and blow yo fuckin' blunt
Staying smoked out, so a nigga better step aside
Itty bitty shitty, wussup, thank you time for drive-by
Nonchalant niggas try to be the fuckin' hard type
Give me some, bitch-uh I ain't falling for that okey-doke
Flat foot smoking on some shit, blowing bud in the wind
I'm Gangsta Gold checkin' out and MC Money checkin' in
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