Lyrics:
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)
If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
Mad dudes with doughs, clock your flows
No X and O's just sexy clothes
Got your dudes with the Lex and the Roves
Striking a pose
But everybody knows
impressions, what's she expecting?
Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception?
I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
Some were drop dead
up with second-hand clothes
(Let's not forget about John Galliano, no)
Flip the landscape when Nigo made A Bathing Ape
I've got expensive taste (oh
to all the frontin'
Swear I don't do no fakin' you should know just how I'm comin'
By the look in their eyes I can tell that they don't want it
I just keep
had no directions
Always stay high I got weed in my sessions
My old bitches want me I don't need that confession
Being an OG is my only profession
I'm
noncompliance?
And we're never gonna let the plaintiffs bar remain applauded
When despicably
The victims were defrauded by a decorated leader
So horrifically EPC
and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in
Eternal flame above my headstones
The set that I claim is null
X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull
A raging bull 'til I'm paid in
too high
In the kitchen whipping
They caught contact walking by
Gave my clientele a ten to try
And this shit crossed her eyes
Real business move
I
said, I think you should
But I can't, I'm plagued by vegetarians
No cats and dogs, I'm not a veterinarian
Strictly collard greens and a occasional
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me,
legs she like a catcher
I don't feel no pressure
Got her by the waist she let me stretch her
Looking for her soul she said it left her
Ain't no second
feel loved
Take me to the places where I feel loved
And let me be
Indistinct chanting
There’s no earthly way of knowin'
Which direction we are goin'
got her ass in my face
She yo girl but I got her by the waist
Feelin' up on it
Bet she feel a 9 in a second
Maybe 10 how she grindin' up on it
Shit I'm
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
dinner, Jim
Jim put his arms around his Della
For ten seconds, let us look in another direction
Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year
How
and hurt it now
Goodnight baby
The stars in the sky
This is the perfect goodbye
Forty five steps in the same direction
Just take my hand, don't ask no
believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
Let him flip it
I want da mic, yo drop the style
Let him rip it
I want da mic, yo drop it here
Let him flip
[Kool Keith]
I take a second wild
smoking dope
But you don't want no smoke
Sending shots
Bodies drop
Do not call the cops
I be going into shops
Pulling out glocks
Stealing all their stocks
the answers
And have I done enough to be the man I know I could be?
Have I set the stage right my tiny dancer?
The clock ticks and it don't stop for no one any
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
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