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letra de i cheefa - gangsta boo

[hook: mac kyle & dj paul]

i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-im the devil in the south just like no one b-tch-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-im the devil in the south just like no one b-tch-i-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefai-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefai-i-i cheefa on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-im the devil in the south just like no one b-tch-i-i-i cheefa-

[verse 1: gangsta boo]

bud is got me fiendin’ like a crazy man
starin’ at the walls – oh my god, i got a masterplan
let’s go get a ounce, but first let’s fall up at the liquor store
got some gin and tanqueray, now let’s go and buy the dope
once we get the sh-t we van back to the cut and start to chief
drinkin’ tanqueray and smokin’ hay while watchin’ some tv
pass the f-ckin’ blunt or better yet, let me get a gun
d-mn this sh-t some fire, my eyes are red
my whole d-mn body numb
some n-ggas be hittin’ the blunt like they scared
let me hit that sh-t!
i be pullin’ hard like my f-cking life depend on it
don’t let a lemon slip and come to my face
because it will be do or die
first of all: you came too wrong
second of all: you blew my high
n-gga don’t you ever be a victim of this f-ckin’ sh-t
everybody straight with gangsta boo cause i’m a crazy b-tch
callin’ up my brother lil eric to see if he got some ol’ fire sh-t
cause if he do it’s on once again
bring yo ass over here and smoke one, b-tch
[hook: mac kyle & dj paul]

i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-im the devil in the south just like no one b-tch-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa

[verse 2: gangsta boo]

smokin’ on a blunt, standin’ still cause i’m kinda ‘noid
starin’ out the window – oh my god, i hear the blue boys
but it ain’t them folks, this bud is got me hearin’ funny sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck cause i be still like
“yeah let’s smoke one b-tch”
when i hit the masters i do this sh-t just how i f-ckin’ wanna
do this sh-t real slow, not fast, fill me up with marijuana
as i inhale the smoke i start to choke but i don’t give a f-ck
high as h-ll, can’t you tell? but d-mn i’m just not high enough
i just love to smoke, i like the way it feels to get real high
listening to some pimpin’
as i roll me up some more of that fire
i don’t want to stand these b-tches
that be scared to hit that dope
crack the one that k!lls
the weed fulfill your every need, so smoke
weed is what you need
to keep you crunk up in this world today
best believe i stay cr-izz-unk
cause cloud 9 b-tch is where i stay
gangsta boo don’t give a f-ck about a n-gga with that sh-t
cause if he got some weed in his hand
i’m sayin’ “smoke one b-tch!”
[hook: mac kyle]

da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i-da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i-da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i-da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-i-i-i cheefa da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa-on da reefa…

- gangsta boo

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