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teyo kartel - high times part 2 #theweeknd lyrics
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don made it
(teyo kartel)
i be cool as a breeze, steady getting the cheese
ya b_tch all in my pocket, she got her hands in my jeans
i be higher then jesus, f_ck that hoe for no reason, i be high for no reason, this part 2 for no reason, but i still did it, i did it
yeah we riding around bumping that weeknd, bumping that weeknd
i f_ck ya b_tch til she drove off that deep end
she suck the d_ck and swallowed all my s_m_n (skeet, skeet)
i go hard up in this b_tch like cement (beep, beep)
duck a b_tch and then f_ck a b_tch, don’t love a b_tch can’t trust a b_tch. i’m high hoe, hi hoe, bye hoe
k!ll a n_gga that second round, likе b_rabbit did lotto
b_tch you know my motto, it’s up. we up
kirko bang music, yeah i got that drank up in my cup
cierra and fiеld mob, i got them b_tches like so what, baby get that money time to re_up, promethazine in my cup i’m draped up
dripped out, f_cking hoes in the parking lot, f_ck yo parking spot
freaking you like jodeci, country sh_t like jody b, eat that p_ssy like jody, b_tch you know me
we riding around bumping that weeknd, f_ck ya b_tch to that weeknd. she wanna play them wicked games, on a thursday
i can tell i’m what she need, by the the way her curves shaped
she comin down to d.d. outside, initiate
it’s the same old song in the winter or the fall. valerie want lil t to get dead in them drawers
in houston or las vegas, i mean heaven or las vegas
i be gone like the birds part 1 (brrr)
i be gone like the birds part 2 ( yea)
i’m in my zone, i’m the life of the party. but i’m feeling like a lonely star and they knowing (knowing)
twenty eight make a p_ssy n_gga show it (show it)
coming down like i’m from h town, this that loft music
i’m at the party and the after party, and after it started, aye
i was full of bacardi until the morning, came up, til dawn
yea, yea, yea. she poured some sh_t up in my cup, next thing i know i woke up in a house full of balloons, certified goon, sweep a p_ssy n_gga up just like a broom. i’m the host, make a b_tch choke, know some n_ggas loc. who’s next? try not to flex, ya b_tch wanna have s_x, she about to text. i ain’t tell, she wanna fly to the city of montreal
i bet my pockets doing sit ups, bet they looking swell
she got a head on her shoulders, that b_tch do me well
don’t tell, bet quiet
and i’ll be back tomorrow
sorry!
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