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yung rudd - high end كلمات الأغنية

[intro: future & yung rudd]
vybz
2 much, actually
uh
y’all n-gg-s have no clue
woo woo
yeah

[verse 1]
i’m on the high end
ganja i’m buying
sour d rolling like
waist dem winin’
i’m going i-n
n-gg- i’m flying
you be smoking that sh-t grade
jealous and sighing
i’m on that peace though
f-ck all the fighting
if you got psychs, bro
likely i’ll try them
not on the alco g
not goin to bryden’s
gimme the dmt
turn to a mayan
yeah
trippy hippie from in trini
29 in the body but mentally, i’m 150
how you think a n-gg- witty?
writing this, feel like jimmy
reminisicing on the first time on vacay i lit spliffies
weed illegal, what a pity
sometimes i be feeling blue but i’ll beat the world like i’m lippi
this my time now, this is the signal i get busy
got the power like i’m 50
talk sense, dropped shady men and keep bucks in the kitty
k!ll sh-t, i’m achilles
bands

[verse 2]
yeah yeah
real talk
vegan with mad cheese
money be well spent
you rockin adies
i cop the deftment
treat em like arie
drop them wet hits
oh u love mag weed?
we could be best friends
oh bestie bestie bestie bestie
i’m so very very very very
thankful for the very smelly kush berry
flavoured og
y’all like fighting? proceed
i smoke weed
i’m not waze, i dont know the streets

i just put cash
on that -ss
they say, “church!” when i’m wining in the mas
on a l-ss
you so fishy, your pops should’ve called you b-ss
you too f-ss
you ain’t know? it’s so clear just from my ras
i get fr-ss
whoosh

gone, zoom!
bong’s cool
but i smoke
long doobs
you do not? then you’re in the wrong room
this is the high end
bands

[freestyle verse]
freestyle?
yeah
i mean just like about how high you could get

i could roll up 3 spliffs
take ’em all down
take ’em all down
take ’em all down

get high as h-ll get the munchies
in the mall now
in the mall now
in the mall

i am now number 1, you older n-gg-s
dropped the ball now
dropped the ball now
dropped the ball

yeah, a n-gg- starting to get colder
than the f-ckin’ fall now
than the fall now
than the fall
yeah

but you’ll never see me fall from grace
got 6 spliffs up to the face
f-ck with me, i’ma hit you a burners my n-gg-
sh-t feel like f-cking mace
know your f-cking place
uh
i’m a bad boy like f-cking ma$e
give your girl my d, say she want a taste
i’m speeding up n-gg-, and you cannot keep the pace
i’m the f-cking greatest
got a girl, open mouth and she feeding me f-cking grapes
you n-gg-s be some f-cking lames

off the f-cking top though
clean these n-gg-s up like a mop though
the cream of the crop though
tell your gyal, “what’s up doe?”
skrr

- yung rudd

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