High On Life

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Giggs

Nathaniel Thompson (born 16 May 1983), better known by his stage name Giggs or his alter ego Hollowman, is an English rapper with Caribbean roots from Jamaica. He is the leader of SN1 (Spare No 1), alongside his brothers Gunna Dee, Joe Grind, Spender and Young Giggs (YG). Other artists within this group include Kyze and Tiny Boost. The group's main producers are Boom Productions (aka BoomBlast), Universe, Pablo Productions, Paws Productions, Bayoz Musik and Simple. Giggs signed a recording contract in 2010 with XL Recordings. more »

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Yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
So high on life
She's tryna f*ck me while he's tryna wife
And I'm 'bout to finalise this final fight (yeah)
Does she like me or these shining lights?
I don't trust 'em
I don't trust these bitches
I don't judge 'em
I'm just superstitious
But I'm too delicious
I'm just, drippy
Yeah my suit be dripping
Please don't, touch me
'Cause I'm cute and ticklish
Ended '22
Yeah the penny soon drop, better give me room
We gon' take over the top (top)
Very soon
Yeah I'm comin' for them, then we move
Try to share it with them
Nah, they refused
If everybody hates
Who's Terry Cruz
Think it's black and white
Betty Boo
Leave her pussy bruised up
Yeah, I bet you bruised
I'll just met with booze

Maybe let it settle, give it couple weeks then
I go grab that metal, I'm thinkin' 38
So, we can make it special
Even bring madman, he can grab a kettle
I wouldn't feel a way about it, they been disrespectful
Bitch made niggas
Probably wear still stilettos
I wonder what they're drinking

They probably like Prosecco
We could mop him up and
Just wash him out the ghetto
Soften that Cornetto
Tickled pink
They threw everything at us but the kitchen sink
We could make a phone call pulling different strings
Niggas make me sick
Man these bitches cringe

All we do is win, you know it goes bang once it hits the pin
I can put the shusher on it, you won't hear a thing
Goin' against a gang like pissing in the wind
Don't bullet proof your vest, bullet proof your skin

Man will pitch your youngin'
Left that boy with three shots in his pickled onion
Can't get to you then f*ck it, we might crip your cousin
We might grip your brother 
They won't see it coming
They better dip for cover
They best duck and dive
Can't get him by the morning, get it done by night
Big hammers over here, ain't no hunting knives
They just slumped him, yeah they touched him twice
Then they jumped on bikes
We destroyed them, we lift them and point 'em
Bitch niggas now they're on the streets spillin' poison
Little duck niggas we should dip them in hoisin
When it comes to gangsta rap shit with, we the voices
Real nigga tapestry, DOA your casualty
If he a snake, he'll get clapped with the accuracy
Ah, I handle more straps than the amnesty
Why the f*ck you think they'll send me to Her Majesty's?

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