| Yeah, nahmsayin'?
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| I came to kill everything in sight, man, don’t even worry, I ain’t leavin'
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| nobody breathin', everybody’s dead
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| I’m walkin' in, I’m walkin' out, in and out, don’t even trip
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| I’m bringin' back everything that’s supposed to be brought back and I’m leavin'
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| everything that’s supposed to be left
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| Ya heard? |
| Trust — Let’s go
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| Now we don’t argue or sweat
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| Catch you in the car with y’all crew
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| Now it’s a carpool, the way y’all dudes is wet
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| Forget? |
| Nigga, we don’t regard you a threat
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| I’m super fresh, my crew the best with all due respect
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| Them cars and them checks
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| That’s the reason that y’all moms is in debt
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| That don’t amount to the charm on my neck
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| You far from a vet and I’m armed with this Tec
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| I let it off and then bullets dissolve in your flesh
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| My name Spesh, I’m the one they call the connect
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| It ain’t hard to guess who bars is correct, huh
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| I done bought outfits worth more than yo Lex
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| When I called my broads collect, huh, all of them are set, nigga
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| Never wrote a statement
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| I’m still dodging federal arraignments
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| I’m a nigga that get it from the pavement
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| When you play with fentanyl, that residue is dangerous
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| We cut it and resell it like edible arrangements
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| Huh, me and yo' bitch had sexual engagements
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| Before you fuck mine you schedule a payment, nigga
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| I was gettin' money when niggas was lookin' bummy
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| You was lookin' for a plug, my plug was lookin' for me
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| We was pushin' keys before we was pushin' 20
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| Bought Ks and my dark days start lookin' sunny, huh
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| Got here from takin' risks and makin' flips
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| Created ways to make it rich from a vacant strip
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| The package ain’t land, so fuck it, we wait and sit
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| I pray the people at the post office don’t take my shit
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| I want a lot of niggas dead, had to make a list
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| The list got way too big, so I made a wish
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| Then I went in the studio and created this
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| And this killed everybody — What a great assist
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| How good she suck dick is how I rate a bitch
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| If she don’t suck dick, I don’t date the bitch
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| Our relationship is she got my favorite lips
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| One time she put her face in the ocean and ate a fish, huh
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| Trust |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Your High, artist - 38 Spesh. Album song A Bullet For Every Heathen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп