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chris king - why lie? / high times كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
aye, got this ca – cash on me
got this pistol fall hootie
who’s your noy boysie
she ain’t talking the megas major i promise juke move still foreign

[hook]
hold up
i’m screaming out why lie
she wanna roll with a n-gga because i’m fly
i’m money hungry you can see it in my eyes
we rolling dope and smoking weed like this is high times
tell her hold up baby
cause i’m screaming out why lie
she wanna roll with a n-gga because i’m fly
i’m money hungry you can see it in my eyes
we rolling dope and smoking weed like this is high times
tell her hold up baby, baby hold up

[verse 1]
oh la la dope smoking an l with it
got a whole lot a gold grams on me
it’s a whole lot a k!lls h-ll yeah n-gga
double beach hail gang member
n-ggas p–ping they all gang hitta
probly drop h-ll gang did it
what do people say bae free the game
my shooter called he need a chainer b-tch
all the while spin 48
hack and roll when he hold the k
i bought them all and i load the k
how you acting ready though you ain’t
fake kicking when i’m on this pain
it’s sticky with the shoulder blade
four ways n-ggas know the game
run up top we don’t play them games
snitch lips won’t say our names
sh-t clapping like an 808
sh-t clapping like an 808
n-ggas mad, f-ck em they gon hate
i now put this thing away
b-tches mad f-ck em they gon hate
down lead the street [?]

[hook]
i’m screaming out why lie
she wanna roll with a n-gga because i’m fly
i’m money hungry you can see it in my eyes
we rolling dope and smoking weed like this is high times
tell her hold up baby
cause i’m screaming out why lie
she wanna roll with a n-gga because i’m fly
i’m money hungry you can see it in my eyes
we rolling dope and smoking weed like this is high times
tell her hold up baby, baby hold up

[verse 2]
i swear you n-ggas too plain
heavy threat come up terrorist
i swear i’m up prices oh low
tell my blood that it ain’t fetta fet
i can smell your weed and i smell a dollar
chopper looking so good it’s bout to photograph it
pop umbrellas out the van and blows
just in case we make the money showers way oh way
these are supreme on my dish rags
shawty left him with a sh-t big
whatever i stand i’m a get back
i might water it till my wrist snap
f-ck nicki boss get your bricks stacked
those subliminals are slip jacks
get your neck broke and your wrists ribs smashed
leaving comma five then gift wrap
hollow plate get you motherf-cker
chopper toppers on my side narc circle
i won’t sell a n-gga nothing
and if he got the vibe motherf-cking undercover
f-ck a n-gga up and sn-tch his soul
got his body put where n0body knows
show me all a that new money
i’m a wipe it all with my snotty nose
i f-ck up the kitchen a pot on stove
and i can smell when the garage is closed
hop up in your hood and don’t hop a roll
the streets f-cking with me you gotta know
i’m tapping in with the og’s
chest cave in on the og
this sh-t is like walking poetry
that b-tch here is all that noticed me

- chris king

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