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i have a blunt waiting for you when you get here Video (MV)




Performed By: Loser
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: loser .




Loser - i have a blunt waiting for you when you get here Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah Why the f*ck you always running hoe
AK with a blade It's all grey and I don't need a scope
Woke up in a sweaty cold No wonder why my wrist is froze
Sold a couple grams of coke Then shove the rest up in my nose
Don't give no f*cks a nihilist a young buck
Cruisin' in a Chevy truck The windows tinted and they up
Ridin' with the choppers down We ain't really makin' sound
Soon as we turn on your block It's the whole other way around
I make so many casualties The paramedics mad at me
Turn trilogies to tragedies F*ck it, I'll bite the apple Eve
Don't tell me to roll up my sleeves Just leave me lonely, let me be
Once I finish smokin' my trees I'll take my bitch and break a spleen
Lil' spider gettin' higher Need a new lighter
I'm poppin' off like rims on tires Call me barbed wire
I'm just a goblin and a ghost Mixed with spit and fire
Go and get the rope Tie him up, make him call me sire
I roll up blunt in the dark And then I make it spark
Flick the flame up on the bic Then lick all of her private parts
I call it art Notice how she locked me in her heart
Nah, that ain't smart What if one day I just start to fall apart
Or go bizarre, switch the car Got pulled over and I smell just like a bar
I'm seein' stars Cop asked me where I was goin
I said Mars, cause shit's been hard And in this case ain't no guitar
I think I'll sting right by the park I'm gettin' set, I made my mark, bitch
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Yeah, yeah Why the f*ck you always running hoe
AK with a blade It's all grey and I don't need a scope
Woke up in a sweaty cold No wonder why my wrist is froze
Sold a couple grams of coke Then shove the rest up in my nose
Don't give no f*cks a nihilist a young buck
Cruisin' in a Chevy truck The windows tinted and they up
Ridin' with the choppers down We ain't really makin' sound
Soon as we turn on your block It's the whole other way around
I make so many casualties The paramedics mad at me
Turn trilogies to tragedies F*ck it, I'll bite the apple Eve
Don't tell me to roll up my sleeves Just leave me lonely, let me be
Once I finish smokin' my trees I'll take my bitch and break a spleen
Lil' spider gettin' higher Need a new lighter
I'm poppin' off like rims on tires Call me barbed wire
I'm just a goblin and a ghost Mixed with spit and fire
Go and get the rope Tie him up, make him call me sire
I roll up blunt in the dark And then I make it spark
Flick the flame up on the bic Then lick all of her private parts
I call it art Notice how she locked me in her heart
Nah, that ain't smart What if one day I just start to fall apart
Or go bizarre, switch the car Got pulled over and I smell just like a bar
I'm seein' stars Cop asked me where I was goin
I said Mars, cause shit's been hard And in this case ain't no guitar
I think I'll sting right by the park I'm gettin' set, I made my mark, bitch
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