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curreny - highed up كلمات الأغنية

uhh. yeahh.
rest in peace pimp c
fool
yeah, uh
some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f-cked up
but all my joints gon’ smoke so g’s gon’ get highed up

f-ck all that sh-t you talk,
you ain’t got no byzantine chain,
chutes & ladders, chevy’s – candy canes
b-tches tangled in my slang – pilot language
we -ss-ssinate them lames
flash my high beams
get the f-ck up out our lane
say trade, i swear this sh-t going how we planned it,
less a couple n-gg-s though, i ain’t really trippin’ though
see ’em when we see ’em
send ’em bottles and a couple hos
spread love is the jet way,
all day, me and my b-tch ridin’ to that biggie
up to texas choppin’ wit big bun up out a meal ticket
real n-gg-s from my set know i still kick it
others be like i don’t f-ck with ’em,
that’s why i don’t f-ck with ’em
i don’t know why though, i ain’t ever f-ck with ’em
would never do that to ’em, if i came up with ’em
well f-ck n-gg-s.
we roll up bigger than you used to seein’
smokin’ em in places you ain’t used to bein’
this is trill n-gg- season,
real n-gg-s eatin’, scr-p,
get the scr-ps if we leave em.
yeah

some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f-cked up
but all my joints gon’ smoke so g’s gon get highed up
some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f-cked up
but all my joints gon’ smoke so my b-tches get highed up

writer: willis, david anthony / franklin, shante / watts, brady
lyrics © universal music publishing group

- curreny

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