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fleetwood x ducati james - dubai كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
too high!
ye ye!

[chorus]
yea, i’m too fly
imma take another hit and land in dubai
yea, and you not
imma sit you on the bench and stand in 2 spots
takin’ shots, i don’t play or practice
blue dot ciroc, i make babies happen
i’m a god, i make prayers happen
it’s the rappalachia, what the game is lackin’
i’m too fly
and the chak is the crack, so i call myself a chakhead
i’m too high
and the chak is the crack, so i call myself a chakhead
and i be so d-mn high, i’d f-ck a pigeon
and i be so d-mn high, i get the shivers
yea
everybody wanna be dahmer
everybody triple og till they bawl for they mama
everybody wanna be dahmer
everybody triple og till they bawl for they mama
that’s real sh-t, coming out the southland
i already k!lled it, call it captain [???]
call me tom cruise, scientologist or maniac
and imma call my b-tch my little brainiac
what the deal, ho
what you think i’m here fo’
billion in a billfold
gettin’ high with trap wiz
yea i know the gat big
i’m waiting on the k!ll, though
how you tryna’ act kid?
you faker than a d-ld-
i f-ck her with a d-ld-
drippin’ on the mattress
took alot of acid
so suck and l!ck it real so
kick it with a steel toe, durable, timberland
i ain’t in a guild, yo, i don’t be no minute man
i don’t be suckin’ no d, lookin’ “beat” in the ballroom scene
and i don’t be dropping oc in no heat, run it all iv
and i don’t be actin’ all g when police wanna see id
cuz i don’t be a stupid -ss b-tch
locked up, yea, look at that b-tch
i remember it was last week, in the back seat
so tweaked, handcuffs and some khakis
stupid -ss me, lookin’ cheesed in the mug shot
naked cell mate talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ white cops
cell so small, he was spitting on me, crack rock
blood on the wall, knife marks on the catwalk
smell of bath salts, someone cryin’, someone yellin’ out
and when i turn around i see my cellie with his p-ck-r out
godd-mn, let me get out the hole
i ain’t never comin’ back, imma sit out the 4th
wet hands when i pull out the dope
all my tracks like crack, when they bump it
they zone
and i don’t need game, money speak for itself
i need to know the language
and i don’t see red, i’m a color blind kid
in a candy-coated sp-ceship

[verse 2 – fleetwood]
all i ever do is unethical
probably why i graced another track
while blazin’ on this medical
several reasons why i am the greatest, ha
look me up, b-tch i’m sittin’ on a pedestal
cameras pop, flash, deer in headlights
c-ck back, he in dead silence
drop back, like matt ryan
type to punk to bust these fisticuffs and fist fight ya
i used to do the hokey pokey with a pocket full of posies
but i turned my-self a-round
i used to be the type of dude you’d wanna bully at your school
now i buss clips like greyhounds
late night stressin’, wish federalis would f-ckin’ let my doggies out tha’ doggie pound
last week, i was laid up, in my bed, cold sweatin’
tryna’ kick this sh-t like charlie brown
who’s your father now?
fleetwood and ducati james about to put the game into timeout
we abuse with offensive lines, man
stay ballin’ like a tennessee t-tan
oh my god, i don’t know what’s happen’
whole body shocked and i’m baker-act’d
call the doctor, my pulse is rapid
we some rappin’ addicts from the trappalachia
trappin’ out the corvette
with a lorcet at 4 in the morning, ho
wh0r-s dressed up in corsets when i stroll past
promotin’ my mixtape at the corner store
i’m a door step rhyme ripper, light-skin fire-spitter
come to your door step with cold intent
and more lead than the motherf-ckin’ al qaeda
skin thicker than a alligator, f-ck a hater
now my shoes made out of alligator
doin’ numbers on a rapper like a calculator
baby, i just keep on winnin’ like i’m al davis
smack in my veins like joe frazier
backpack full of more black than a oakland raider
p-ssed out, buck naked, i’m too high
took another hit and landed in dubai, gone!

- fleetwood x ducati james

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