Search results for 'Canon McMillan High School'

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

No Ceilings 3, that's right
Featuring Young Thug, let's go
(Thu-thu-thu, uh-uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (oh, ayy)

We the Most High
We came here to
Shut it down
We the Most High
We the Most High
We the Most High
We the Most High
We the Most High
We the Most High

canon no more, why the hell you asking

Small talk, you know how it goes
How you living, how your friends, how your folks
How's your job, how's school

que me sigas

Nunca hicimos fastfood
Musica del alma como Sam Cooke
Tu de PlaySchool, no en mi High School
Letras que no cuadras ni en un haiku
Nunca

Stand Up

Wiz Khalifa

Show and Prove

2007

but my piss clean, I'm high maintenance
You niggas are weak, sweet like one of them now-and-laters
The canon blast your candy ass if you try and hate

let yo man down
He ain't graduate high school but can count
He just be with the Klan from the sandbox,
He don't know what is "Explain" is, he cannot

Les idées vagues en eaux troubles
I know you don't know what I've gone through
L'école de la vie feelin' like I'm old school
A fork in the road now

new house
Then it's back to reality, smokers out back getting so high
Watching niggas kill for a salary, watched a lot of great niggas die
Colder

Let me pull it up right quick on my phone
Alright then, read it off when you're ready

I'm 23 years old, graduated top of my class in high school
You're

I get high in the sky
Look at the weather I could fly
I'm bout to go fly out to Dubai
My pockets fat like megamind

If she got a fatty I need her

back I reconnected
You ain't rich, don't buy the necklace
Now what the fuck, I'm always tempted
These rappers didn't graduate high school
I fucked

Wasn't bummed and stressed out
Cause we always got tomorrow
Besides $60,000, too much money to borrow
I was in high school, yo, wetter than a tide pool

cannot be killed by fire

Books cannot be killed by fire 
Death is a noose hanging high
When they come to cull your school board tonight, 
only the word

and you can go to Mars
I know they gon’ count me out, whats the move? Just count me in
She gon’ watch my every move, in high school she was watching Skins

on
Got my Cam on
Feel like I'm Camron
Imma highlight human reel
Looking for a crew to kill
Grab your Canon Kodak Nikon camera
And Fuji film
Bought to make

think I’m high
Lately it’s been dry but just wait until July
Looking in her eyes while she rubbing on her thighs
Step in this bitch and I feel like

in it she turn to a freak
Bitch
Back in school, I'm getting wrote up
Need the money what's the hold up
Yeah I'm from the Tre
But I'm pouring fours up

BLOTTIVADED
Kollins
It's heavy
Yeah
Nigga I'm Deebo
Take ya money like casino
Black pacino
With a mac in Reno
Leave the capp'n for the school yard

the cocked Canon, which winces while the barrel fills
In a green tint—Jack and Jill on that Paris Hil
Sex tape, bed eyes gleaming, sex slave for the time being

Pack a big canon bet it make you move
Selling nicks at night like fuck school
That 40 you're Kryptonite without it you gone lose
That stick clip long

call it cursed

Promise i won't get em hurt

You think you're funny?

You think you're cool! 

You think you got everything you wanted in high school

pour mes bougs de Kin, rien de bon dans sa chut, really !
Dimanche à la messe chui high, j’vous salue mari-juana, 
Et j’avance sans regret bruh, I ain’t

for a fix of that
You’ve been jamming to that mumble rap
Now-now, no more tears
Grab a seat and listen close 
Imma school you on the art of rap
Some