Lyrics:
blower (Ha) and your daughter (Ayy)
First, you go high
(yeah) then she go lower (Ayy)
Should I go lower (Ayy)
Can you go slower (Ayy)
I'ma be sore (Ayy) ,
along, but she not it
(That bitch, she ain't it)
Let her get high, suck my cockpit
(Let her drown again, float, float)
Baby girl a bird, she's a ostrich
Boulevard
Sex Pistols on the radio in my car
And I must be high
I just saw Jesus walk by
I make a hard left as the sun comes up
Over Hollywood vampires
I'll climb up in your rusty truck
I give up, come on over pick me up
Back porch no lights high beam headlights
Baby you just might make me lose my
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
by my side.
Cause you make me happy, and you make it real.
Baby
Each time we meet, feels so sweet to me
Mmm it's Heavenly.
Each little glance, when
Started off so sweet, take you out to eat
But rolling home at 5AM
We go out every night
Chasing those cheap highs
Wish we could do that again
But now
by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do
Hey baby, it ain't that late
We can get breakfast if you stay awake
We got your daddy's credit card
C'mon let's get high
Don't give up now, for
Hey baby, it ain't that late
We can get breakfast if you stay awake
We got your daddy's credit card
C'mon let's get high
Don't give up now, for
the falls to kiss the girls
With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls
They are filled with desire
And high in the hills there's a baby
remember (back in the days)
When I just a little niggarole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could
high, with the big guy I'm not alone
Playa's joanin' make suckas hot, keep on tossin' stumblin' blocks
I know evilness will not stop and still Flizy will
you're high you never ever wanna come down
So down, so down, so down, look out
You know where you are, baby, you're in the jungle
And you're gonna die
and three-sixty's
Side shows high speed chases too
And a crack epidemic that will turn ya blue
And an Aids epidemic that can end ya too
It's the Yay baby brother
braided flowers in my hair
So sweet was the summer air
I'm to meet my groom down by the sea
A perfect stranger to correct me
The judges arrive in pairs
p.m.
X-Men scratch this beat while I drop this gem
Got tints on my window so you can't see in
"Pack it up, pack it in" baby once again
Ain't no way
standing by
we shall see him but in heaven,
set at God's right hand on high
where like stars his children crowned
all in white shall wait around
Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
If
shreed and the cuts
We represent fam nigga what
Givin love to everybody walkin by
Throw your elves in the air if you high
All my ladies and mens this
just a quick fix and we need a little more
Does it matter to you at all?
Are you listening or have you tuned out?
Get by
Get gone
Get high
kitchen knives baby
You gon' realize that I ain't to be played with
I get payed with TRU, and I'm a made bitch
So what cha you want to do, better call
Well I really admire your political views
You personal philosophy reflects your high I.Q.
And I am impressed by the way you think everything
kitchen knives baby
You gon' realize that I ain't to be played with
I get payed with TRU, and I'm a made bitch
So what cha you want to do, better call
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