Lyrics:
your cleavage bounce
The Founding Fathers would've been hot and bothered
Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about
From Philadelphia
Can you please read this one time? What does it say?
"To big Bulgarian patriot, and good my friend George"
You can't stop me
You can't stop me
Ima
not about your body it's just social implications are
Brought upon by this party that we're sitting in
And I'd like to say you've changed but you're
they try and down play you, know what your worth is. RISE.
Constantly pursuing better life and bigger movement.
No regrets, and show no remorse we tired
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
What's up
You say what
It's your boy Ariyo Burna you already know
See how I do this shit rightly
And then it be like George W.Draper
You say what
cause I sleep with a HK
Tre-8 then missed it in for red
(Mia X)
Another braud ass nigga
on this back then if it is on your mind
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
up here
It's hot up here
Forever
A lot of fun
It's not up here
It's hot up here
No matter what
There's not a breath
Of air up here
Regain your mind's youth
When they'd say, "you might lose"
You'd say, "yeah right dude"
And make 'em bite through
That humble pie, because f--k them guys
where I belong
And everything You are is what I'm wanting to be
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get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
I'm a rockstar
With whoopin' cough
(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi
What kind of a movie star
Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard?
born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, another dead pigeon
If
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Matter of fact, get off they track.
I'm too classy to go back-to-back
With your average hood-rats.
What you know about markin' yer game
Up yer walls?
'pose 2do)
I make the bitch mind
(Doin' what it 'pose 2do)
Had to come through, shine on you niggaz
Stop lyin' on a nigga, got my nine on your liver
Fuck
Oh you are black you deserve to die nigga
I don't care if your kids never have a father figure
You see i'm white i never face consequence
My knee
your float on
I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm typin
Noise, noise, noise, noise
To summarize a lick at the man with the stick
Come
the flow, I know
Running circles through your mind like where Mary go
Round two, round one
I was feeling you out
Now round two, I'ma see what you got
Too many
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling like russell
You can’t knock her hustle
You traded your bread for
from the lost and found
But believe me, I'm feeling fine
Now to the world I toast some wine
And then I'll do
Total destruction to your mind, mind
Boy, you're losing your mind (crazy)
It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know
Why you wasting your time? (Heh, Pshh)
Got you all fired up with
Boy, you're losing your mind (crazy)
It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know
Why you wasting your time? (Heh, Pshh)
Got you all fired up with
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