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letra de smoke - death kut

[intro]
-lighter fl!cking-
you know we smoked out in the mu’f-cko!/
death..kut!/
you know..//

[verse 1]
you know it’s 4-2-0 on the clock when i roll up/
ninjas already know i’m stoned when i show up/
like dynamite, i’m ’bout to f-ckin’ blow up/
ninja get to’ up, ceiling to the flo’ up/
lookin’ like a monster, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ beast/
i ain’t even tryin’ to front ya like i run the f-ckin’ streets/
i’m a selfish m-th-f-cka, all i ever do is me/
the level that i’m on is something never you could see/
and that sh-t i smoke is sticky lookin’ fresh as mister clean/
got that color on that b-tch something like it’s winter green/
got that bowl or that swisher sweet to stuff it in between/
you can smell it on me every time i hit the scene/
b-tch, my brains get blowed all up to smithereens/
you can smell the brain cells die, talkin’ withering/
whether money or the mary, you know i get the green/
b-tch just came up off the plant so it’s fresher than listerine//

[hook] (x2)
roll a blunt! light it up! smoke!/
grind it up! ninja pack that bowl!/
sticky sh-t! f-ckin’ stank like ‘dro!/
take a hit.. down into yo’ soul!//

[verse 2]
eyes ain’t even open yet, i just woke up/
first thought be, ‘h-ll yeah! time to toke up’/
stay on point so i pick the f-ckin’ bowl up/
put the flame to it cause it’s already broke up/
take a hit harder than a punch from brock/
if you wanna hate, you can munch some c-ck/
i don’t give a f-ck if i got funds or not/
i smoke weed all day, i keep tons in stock/
it’s only bowls or blunts, i don’t mess with papers/
hear the wheeze? i think i need a respirator/
got hoes on deck pulling s-x for favors/
so underground, you gone need an excavator/
death to haters, i don’t like them hoes/
i wish every hater n-gga had to fight kimbo/
but i’m back now like where have you been bro?/
put your lighters b-tch up, time to burn the indo//

[hook] (x2)
roll a blunt! light it up! smoke!/
grind it up! ninja pack that bowl!/
sticky sh-t! f-ckin’ stank like ‘dro!/
take a hit.. down into yo’ soul!//

[verse 3]
light em up! (up!) take a hit to the dome! (dome!)/
autozone! (oh!) we gone get in the zone!/
loud as f-ck! (loud!) and this sh-t’s f-ckin strong (strong!)/
i’m the sh-t b-tch, i’ma sit on the throne (throne)/
b-tch i’m out here chiefing and i’m lookin’ like a indian/
b-tch, you just a weakling so you lookin’ like a simian/
champion of smoke, might as well make me olympian/
show me anybody else, promise i don’t envy them/
i got plenty in, grab the loud and roll a hog/
you ain’t gotta hit the blunt, you just gotta blow the fog/
standing near the atmosphere, well that just makes you stoned and all/
by just lookin’ at the bag, it’ll make you wanna cough/
light one for the haters and the homies and the hoes/
i’m so cold that i stay froze all the way up to my earlobes/
you don’t know by now fa sho? i jus came to blow some dro/
take that hardest hit you can and let them m-th-f-ckas know!//

[hook] (x2)
roll a blunt! light it up! smoke!/
grind it up! ninja pack that bowl!/
sticky sh-t! f-ckin’ stank like ‘dro!/
take a hit.. down into yo’ soul!//

[outro]
you have now been formally introduced../
to the one they call death kut…/
2 whoopz to the fam!/
yeah… yeah…. yeah… okay//

- death kut

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