| Yeah, yeah
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| I need a first class window
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| I never seen nobody fightin' for middle
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| I done seen a nigga that’s too tired to get up
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| Grab a cup of water
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| He content with hiccup
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| Cool, calm vibe, my bitch so fine
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| C4 buy now we bouta blow right, right, right
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| Man, sleep your whole life away that shit like suicide
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| But who am I?
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| Look I’ve been workin' on myself
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| Discipline (Discipline)
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| Do or die, do or die, do or die
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| How the hell you gon' hit if you shooting low
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| Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
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| Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
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| They swear this shit ain’t poppin' in the Carolinas
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| I’m at barber with a shawty
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| Shoot at every lineup
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| I ain’t never seen a million I’m on full throttle
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| Yeah, deposits I like it
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| The same hands that get handouts you fight with
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| You gotta say whatchu meaning when you don’t like shit
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| Ay, I used to be the nigga not controlling the vibe
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| They gotta see a leader when they look in my eyes (Yeah)
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| I gotta make this shit change (Shit change)
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| I ain’t get up out the feels just to pump fake
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| Grab plates because you know that we divide pies
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| Four ways finna jump up on the price tag
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| Road rage
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| Soon enough you get fed up playing all day
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| You gotta add work
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| You’ve been prayin' all day
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| And never trust a hoe who be layin' all day
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I need the first class window
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| I never seen nobody fightin' for middle
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| I done seen a nigga that’s too tired to get up
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| Grab a cup of water, he couldn’t tent what hiccup
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| Cool, calm vibe, my bitch so fine
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| C4 buy now we bouta blow right, right, right
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| Man, sleep your whole life away that shit like suicide
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| But who am I?
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| Look I’ve been workin' on myself
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| Discipline, do or die, do or die, do or die
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| How the hell you gon' hit if you shooting low
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| Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
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| Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
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| Ay
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| You gotta watch these hoes
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| Hoes distract me
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| Fine ass hoes with the platine
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| Seen that ass on the Grammys
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| Seen the same ass in person
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| And honestly it’s way fatter
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| Truth be told her friend badder
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| Truth be told you got a girl at home
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| On hold it don’t matter
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| Oh my God look where your hands is
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| Oh my God
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| Oh you nasty
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| Oh my God
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| She’s a savage
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aim High , by - Childish Major. Song from the album WOO$AH, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп