| The pain from the bros that I lost
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| Turned me into a fuckin' boss
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| Bumpin 6 tryna turn it to a 9
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| Work touch back every time
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| That work touch, we stretch it every time
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| Fuck that shit, we need every dime
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| Free my niggas doing fed time
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| Said free my niggas doing fed time
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| No checkers, this is chess nigga
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| In this shit gotta use your mind
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| In this shit gotta stay alive
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| In this shit til the day I die
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| Poured a 5 in my 20 oz
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| Call this shit a 25
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| Seen so much in my life
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| Every day gotta stay high
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| Circle smaller than crumb
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| Seen so many switch sides
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| Niggas try beefin with us
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| Guaranteed he gon' die
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| We just tryna live it up
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| We ain’t worried bout you other guys
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| We just tryna live it up
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| We ain’t worried bout you other guys
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| Nigga want beef with us, better believe it come with fries
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| When I say «…it come with fries» that means it’s homicide
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| Homicide, niggas gon die, pull up do a drive by
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| We’ll hop out, let that hammer fry
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| Ion give a fuck if it’s daytime!
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| I’m just a young nigga sellin pies (x3)
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| In this shit tryna get by
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| I’m just a young nigga sellin pies (x3)
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| In this shit, in this shit tryna get by
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| Finessing turned to a hobby
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| Finesse my plug with the robbery
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| Servin' fiends in the lobby
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| Servin' fiends wit my llama
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| They don’t know nuthin bout me
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| Pussy niggas tried to doubt me
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| Bet yo bitch hop in when I pull up in that ‘Rarri
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| In the trap turning the white whippin up a new Bugatti
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| Nigga hand out but where were they when I was starvin'?
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| Shit crazy…
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| I’m bout to go retarded
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| The pain from the bros that I lost
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| Turned me into a fuckin' boss
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| Bumpin 6 tryna turn it to a 9
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| Work touch back every time
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| That work touch, we stretch it every time
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| Fuck that shit, we need every dime
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| Free my niggas doing fed time
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| Said free my niggas doing fed time
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| No checkers, this is chess nigga
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| In this shit gotta use your mind
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| In this shit gotta stay alive
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| In this shit til the day I die
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| Poured a 5 in my 20 oz
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| Call this shit a 25
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| Seen so much in my life
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| Every day gotta stay high |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay High , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Fredo Mafia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп