Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Lex Luger - GAH DAMN HIGH
Дата добавления: 07 августа 2020
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Lex Luger
Битрейт: 320 Kbps
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[Intro:]
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rollin up, I'm so goddamn high,
I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high,
My prices keep on goin up, I'm so goddamn high,
She be beggin me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high.
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high,
On the PJ smokin good cake, I'm so goddamn high.
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It's a bird, it's a plane, I'm so goddamn high,
I got drugs on my brain, I'm so goddamn fried,
I want blood not that green, bring the right damn kind,
Nigga tried to sell me homegrown, I'm like, "Nigga, nice try!"
In the club passin weed like I'm handin out flyers,
Every time I got some new shit, they be campin outside,
Heard you talkin all that fool shit, just don't cross the damn line,
I can't stop my shooters once I send em out, my hands tied.
Bitch, I'm fly, I got more gas than an airline,
Smoke with your ho and get more head than a hairdryer,
You can't drink with me, smoke with me, 'cause we ain't the same kind,
This shit that I'm smokin got me twisted like gang signs.
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rollin up, I'm so goddamn high,
I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high,
My prices keep on goin up, I'm so goddamn high,
She be beggin me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high.
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high,
On the PJ smokin good cake, I'm so goddamn high.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
If that's your girlfriend, why she at my house?
If that's your girl, then why my dick in her mouth?
If that's your girl, then why she blowin' this ounce?
If that's your girl, what's all that textin' about?
If that's your girl, then why she in my DM?
If that's your girl, then why she callin' my friend?
If that's your girl, then why she be in our coupe?
If that's your girl, then why she drunk in my pool?
We get drunk, we do what we want, tell your bitch roll up,
We don't trust no bitch pullin' stunts, want smoke, we pull up,
We do stunts, we was in the front, my switch, hit it once, it lift up,
Girls, I know enough, pounds, I blow enough, yeah!
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out.
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
(Ziplock-ziplock bag of kush, double cup full of drank)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rollin up, I'm so goddamn high,
I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high,
My prices keep on goin up, I'm so goddamn high,
She be beggin me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high.
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high,
On the PJ smokin good cake, I'm so goddamn high.
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It's a bird, it's a plane, I'm so goddamn high,
I got drugs on my brain, I'm so goddamn fried,
I want blood not that green, bring the right damn kind,
Nigga tried to sell me homegrown, I'm like, "Nigga, nice try!"
In the club passin weed like I'm handin out flyers,
Every time I got some new shit, they be campin outside,
Heard you talkin all that fool shit, just don't cross the damn line,
I can't stop my shooters once I send em out, my hands tied.
Bitch, I'm fly, I got more gas than an airline,
Smoke with your ho and get more head than a hairdryer,
You can't drink with me, smoke with me, 'cause we ain't the same kind,
This shit that I'm smokin got me twisted like gang signs.
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I just keep on rollin up, I'm so goddamn high,
I got D'USSÉ in my cup, I'm so goddamn high,
My prices keep on goin up, I'm so goddamn high,
She be beggin me to fuck but I'm too goddamn high.
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
I'm so goddamn high, I'm so goddamn high,
Got a crib in the hills, I'm so goddamn high,
On the PJ smokin good cake, I'm so goddamn high.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
If that's your girlfriend, why she at my house?
If that's your girl, then why my dick in her mouth?
If that's your girl, then why she blowin' this ounce?
If that's your girl, what's all that textin' about?
If that's your girl, then why she in my DM?
If that's your girl, then why she callin' my friend?
If that's your girl, then why she be in our coupe?
If that's your girl, then why she drunk in my pool?
We get drunk, we do what we want, tell your bitch roll up,
We don't trust no bitch pullin' stunts, want smoke, we pull up,
We do stunts, we was in the front, my switch, hit it once, it lift up,
Girls, I know enough, pounds, I blow enough, yeah!
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out,
I show up and I show out, I show up and I show out.
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