Lyrics:
roll a P bout it, bout it
Can't a damn day go by when I don't feel like I got it (feel like I got it)
Two grams inside a raw you wanna see a dead body
Don't gotta do this all by yourself
If you need someone you call me (yeah)
You got me (yeah), you got me
Oh, I can be your lifeline
Stay with you
protected by most high
So they can't fit my shoe size
Enya fika metsoa
Aswear I tell you you don't try
Swear I tell you you don't try
Whe dom a edi makyi
I'm
you miss me
Don't give my shit away be back one of these days
I know that you miss me i need you all to myself
After we fuck she wann cuddle i hold her
~Keep Your Head Held High~
Lyrics, singing, photography, melody, chorus and music by Liz Ashton~ Copyright 2020
Verse 1:
Sometimes you gotta get
in the air that's making me high
Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so
Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must
Vader boss bitch
Suck me Lil Miss Sorry
That was kinda corny
You turning 21 yet it's licky party
Queen B you sweeter I'm like damn this honey
I don't got
like Biggy did
My pens my sagare
my bars be serious
You can't fuck wit me dawg, point blank period
I get high and hallucinate
A pound cast six in
a tip, suck a dick antes I send a tí to hell... bitch
Man these bitches out here, they so basic
When they swipe right on tu ass they don't even be ready
One more xanax inside
I want to fly
cll I have it's not enough
I know, it's life
Because of that
I wann' be high
Backpack full of drugs
I feel like
is you on
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
nailed
You'll find never someone, for my high and low
You could never take on, all of my high and low
There is never someone, for my high and low
My high
doing
Dey can hate if dey wan
Don't be distracted by their issue
Dey gon hate it's their nature
Pussy neigbhour
Pussy fake friend
See dem
You see dem
don’t fw people so you cannot hang where i be
Only trust family loyal by blood so you know the gang right beside me
Yeah I’m a sinner i know i ain’t
arinya mio mind lati Je anyan
Toba sha ti ma ja wo kin saa ti Di eyan
Rich niqqa poor niqqa as long As you belong my niqqa you're A niqqa
Go concur you
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
I wonder, who can this creature be?
She ain't Mona Lisa as I can see
But I don't
on standby Pop em all them I standby
Robbery hold your hand high he aint rocking out when his man die
Hook
You wann score something ? Say less
You wanna
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
high
Don't give a mutha f*** you think blazing on the daily dumb this shit I'm
Smoking on is dumb that why
I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking
know to step back, smoke some weed & get high
We gon' be alright (uh-huh)
If you roll one up, Ima roll one too
Up so high in a sky so blue
Come & catch
did warn us ‘bout the trickery of this party
(Ban mwen yon ti vote)
Don’t get tempted by the yellow fruit they offering we
(Ban mwen yon ti vote)
But
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another
I'm smoked out, did I menthol cigarette?
How could you figure, or even,
of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another
I'm smoked out, did I menthol cigarette?
How could you figure, or even,
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