| I come through finessing shit, he mad that I finessed his bitch
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| Im smoked out my blunt is lit, Im sipping drink, cup full with gin
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| I told the coach to put me in, cause I hate losing, I just win
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| So where should I begin, I drop the top, dreads in the wind
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| Im cruising on your block, came for the guap and your girlfriend
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| And nigga it won’t stop, Im on the top ain’t gotta have no friends
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| And you will just get shot with sniper rifles I got hit men
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| And Im just getting hot, I burn a nigga like a suntan
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| The whole world against me, Im a army but Im one man
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| So if you ever touch me, razor blades Imma cut your hand
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| I gotta sit em down, cause I swear these dudes don’t understand
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| I keep a four pound, I lay him down now he hella dead
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| I bust ya head, a pilgrim couldn’t touch my bread
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| Fuck the feds, I told my trap niggas break a leg, good luck
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| Fuck it still whip it cook it up
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| Its funny how they wanna eat but they ain’t cook with us
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| Now look at us, I heard you biting dust
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| Before I ever walk, man Im gon' catch the bus
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| Before I ever catch the bus yo bitch gon' pick me up
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| Before I drop yo bitch off, I bet she lick me up
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| Im rolling sticky stuff, while niggas plotting, tryna hit me up
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| Cause they can’t sit with us, we counting up, Im getting paper cuts
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| Got Rémy out the bottle, regular niggas get the plastic cups
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| Why you acting tough, your chest out nigga you ain’t buff
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| I bring the vest out, and tecs out and nigga you get touched
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| So send that text out and tell yo niggas that they better rush
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| I let yo girl know, that I’m finna murk her man crush
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| So nigga keep it real or you will get yo head bust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Up , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Basement Musik 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп