| I don’t expect you to understand me cause they day I do will be the day I’m
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| gone,
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| And you won’t play this song.
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| Ridin round gettin dumb high, count money the whole time.
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| Thinkin bout how time flies.
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| Seem like yesterday was the lunch line.
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| Last night was a homicide.
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| Trippin off how time flies.
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| Greedy niggas don’t last, the hungry niggas don’t win.
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| I’m somewhere stuck in between some, roll somethin to spin.
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| Twist me a blunt and jump in.
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| I’m slump in this fuckin Benz.
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| Youngin just tryin to run it up, thuggin for all my ends.
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| In and out of the sprite, I probably need a new winds.
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| Just bought me another glock, girl I don’t need new friends.
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| Mix marlen with Ciroc, teach me how I need to stop.
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| It keep my stomach in knots, boys got me dreamin a lot.
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| Call once I got some blunt, maybe this game hold will stop.
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| Move onto bigger plays, never stopped gettin paid.
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| Now I get it like a hundred some different ways.
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| Where you at, what you got? |
| Man I’m on my way.
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| Where you at, what you got? |
| Man I’m on my way.
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| Where you at, what you got? |
| Man I’m on my way.
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| I’ve just been ridin round gettin dumb high,
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| Count money the whole time.
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| Trippin off how time flies.
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| Jumped in the coupe, closed my eyes and opened em up.
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| Rolled a blunt, poured a cup, then I look up in the rearview.
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| Fired up the weed, then cop the strap, hundred forty in my lap.
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| In my head like, «What have I got myself into?»
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| Fuck your pain, keep it to yourself, nigga.
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| You don’t know what I been through.
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| One trap man all I think about is money.
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| I got dope boy issues.
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| Out here sellin weed, my nephew want the new J list.
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| You home, what nigga, I let you hold this fuckin cane.
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| Nobody never gave a shit my nigga, I put that on my long chair.
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| No other choice but to trap it out day and night.
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| Call your shit, grow my past.
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| Soon as I get my money right,
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| Nigga play with palmer,
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| I’m a try to kill his ass twice.
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| Real story, no lie, cross my heart, hope to die.
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| I’ve been out here chasin money,
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| Have for my whole fuckin life.
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| Can’t get your bitch snappin a finger cause she know I grind hard.
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| Smoke one with a blow one and then hit her from behind.
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| I’ve just been ridin round gettin dumb high,
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| Count money the whole time.
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| Trippin off how time flies.
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| A lot of shit on my mind so I’ve been without a mind.
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| I don’t give her no time, no, I’ve just been on my grind.
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| I’m just out here livin my rounds.
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| I’m just out here stuck in this game.
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| I keep sayin I’m a change… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dumb High, artist - Starlito. Album song Cold Turkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп