Lyrics:
machine gun go high
Go high machine gun go high
Stay by me
Even if you don't know
You don't know my plan
They think I'm the man
But I knew I'm the man
Even
feel the music higher
And touch the sky
No love, no love, you drive me crazy
You crazy boy
I wanna live with you, a déjà vu
La la la la la la, la la la
of my eye
I can see you now, you're steppin' so high and I'm
Walking down the street watching ladies go by
Watching you (one look and I was hooked
as I regret
Without a high I lie alone
For my lungs are one by one
La de da da da
Dear cam
You lay in the ground
I hope you rest in peace cause I
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la...
Dear me now, make your whole family proud
Head up high and feet on the ground
This world will
me smokin' i'M BLACK
Blunts, guns, fun
Ya know this weed is mixed with ecstasy
Bitch I get high and plant
Bombs on the highway
Watch 'em blow up and I
me smokin' i'M BLACK
Blunts, guns, fun
Ya know this weed is mixed with ecstasy
Bitch I get high and plant
Bombs on the highway
Watch 'em blow up and I
lips shut with that LA LA LA LA LA LA.
You're the geni in my red cup,
Blue berry in my grape blunt,
You're the sweat in my wet towel,
You're my pillow
hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
'Cause all my motherfuckers
Starin'
phone
Whatever I reap, you know Ima sow
Pride got me high, God took me low
And I can't turn back to pouring up 4s
I step in the room and you know that
dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my
alone
Heat of a gun
Leads me to know, you've been
Lazy lately, lazily
Lazy lately, lazily
Laid by the plain
Raised by the sea
Feels like a hologram,
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
told you so, I told you so.
Chorus.
Shall we/they submit? Are we/they but slaves?
Love comes alike to high and low —
Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
Die, you don't wanna die
Point your guns up high
Point em at the sky
They don't wanna-
Die, you don't wanna die
Point your guns up high
Point em
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
I just hit NY
And you know I was on a private jet flight
Going back to LA, going back to LA, yeah
Yeah, yeah, finna go hit LA
Finna call my twizz up,
the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make
the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make
While you secure your soul
We learn lessons or remain so dumb
The system's messed up
That's why we've got guns
We fell in love lucky ones got caught While
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
fuckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hop in your
Long Live Yambo
Time goes by, puffing on la
Hoping that it get me by
Got a nigga going brazy
It got a nigga going brazy
Said, time goes by, so pour
brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns
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