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letra de chiefin high - krucifix klan

[intro: ?]
yeah y’all better got some cush, word up (sh-t)
it’s time to get high (i’m high as a motherf-cker)
i’m chiefin’ high, quarter ounce on the waistline
i’m so high

[verse 1: ms. loko]
smokin’ on the weed, i’m callin’ my elite
i sit down and medicate, it make me feel relieved
cush be my favourite, i love the way it smokes
i suck it in my lungs and it tailed down my throat
high, bust my way to school, roll up all the windows
got my b-tch with me, yeah, she pass me some indo
take a couple pools, and i’m seein’ dishes in the sky
d-mn, my mind feelin’ good, didn’t think i could get so high
never stick dеseased, only bustin’ mean
f-ck a quartеr or a ounce, pounds is what i need
roll up me some draws, it’s like my mojo
ready to pimp a n-gga ass, spend up all his dope
take a hit or rape me, got me feelin’ addy
don’t trust no motherf-cker, nine c-cked and ready
paranoid as h-ll that i might just go to jail
we smellin’ so d-mn good, got me feelin’ like oh bail

[chorus: koopsta knicca]
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
[verse 2: stan man]
stan lost that cush, stan lost the smoke
stan rose it on his mouth and hope that he don’t choke
rollin’ up a swisher sweet, i can hardly even see
smoke so thick, i can’t see my hand in front of me
die n-gga, bad, and his things do increase my high
eyeball bloodshot red as h-ll, you n-ggas better recognize
bump in your steam cone, smokin’ weed all day long
sittin’ on the couch, i’m plottin’, heard you bumpin’ to my songs
paranoid as h-ll as well, i am f-cked if you can tell
hopin’ that my neighbours, do not get off with that indo smell
high bustin’ in the chevy, hope the smell don’t stink too heavy
see, it stinks, don’t give a sh-t, i smoke it all, and smokin’ plenty
’cause the weed has filled my lungs, high as h-ll we gettin’ it crunk
n-gga with no money on the blunt, so hit then get it funk
chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, put a quarter ounce on my waistline
from that, from that indo weed, so you know that i’m stayin’ high

[chorus: koopsta knicca]
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i be like chiefin’ high, f-ck a dime, quarter ounce on my waistline
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
[outro: koopsta knicca]
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this
i’m rollin’ up blunts so fat, trick, cheech he can’t f-ck with this

- krucifix klan

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