Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ahh Haa, artist - JL. Album song The Devil Hates Sundays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2020
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Ahh Haa |
| Oh shit |
| That’s it right there boy |
| Who smoke? |
| Let’s get |
| Elevated, got the gas lit, la, la |
| Take that one hit |
| Hold it up, look at that shit wide eyed |
| That’s that chronic |
| Inhale then it hit me, ahh haa |
| Ah, I’m lit |
| That escalated quickly, I’m high |
| Ahh haa, I’m high |
| I’m high-igh |
| Oh you know you can get that |
| Bet that |
| Got tree, wax, ouh and a pen |
| Let me know if you with that |
| Jet pack |
| Got the wheels back moving again |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |
| I’m high on an eddy with my system loud |
| Nigga that’s dope, that’s dope |
| High but I’m ready if some shit go down |
| You don’t want smoke (No smoke) |
| Get your idea of what you thought was kill debunked |
| Circle small as a checker you could still get jumped |
| See the Ski Mask on, God, you will get slumped |
| Move squares, if a king slide, real big funk |
| That’s chess for the record |
| Ta-Ta Steel, my sahab know |
| Don’t be making my dab lil |
| My high real, halftime |
| March on field |
| Beast Mode, I’m a martian |
| Sci-Fi thrill |
| I’m Jim Carrey and Fire Marshall Bill |
| Marshawn Lynch, skittles in my pockets still |
| Money dance with the good fellas |
| Oh indeed |
| It ain’t nothing that you could tell us |
| Roll this weed |
| Who smoke? |
| Let’s get |
| Elevated, got the gas lit, la, la |
| Take that one hit |
| Hold it up, look at that shit wide eyed |
| That’s that chronic |
| Inhale then it hit me, ahh haa |
| Ah, I’m lit |
| That escalated quickly, I’m high |
| Ahh haa, I’m high |
| I’m high-igh |
| Oh you know you can get that |
| Bet that |
| Got tree, wax, ouh and a pen |
| Let me know if you with that |
| Jet pack |
| Got the wheels back moving again |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |
| I’m high when the sun rise, high ever since (yeah) |
| Am I high? |
| Common sense (yeah) |
| High all the time, got a high tolerance (yeah) |
| I get high-dollar shit, yeah |
| Oh for sure I need |
| Indica dominant, more my speed |
| I tell a random I don’t know try’na buy tree |
| I don’t even smoke, this ain’t even my weed |
| Ahh haa it’s official |
| I am high try’na get through |
| I don’t see the green as an issue |
| You know what I mean when it hit you |
| You may feel like you losin' it |
| You too high? |
| My nigga who isn’t? |
| Is it me or is the room spinning? |
| Too much smoke to know who’s in it |
| Who smoke? |
| Let’s get |
| Elevated, got the gas lit, la, la |
| Take that one hit |
| Hold it up, look at that shit wide eyed |
| That’s that chronic |
| Inhale then it hit me, ahh haa |
| Ah, I’m lit |
| That escalated quickly, I’m high |
| Ahh haa, I’m high |
| I’m high-igh |
| Oh you know you can get that |
| Bet that |
| Got tree, wax, ouh and a pen |
| Let me know if you with that |
| Jet pack |
| Got the wheels back moving again |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |
| Didn’t know you could get that high-igh |