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High as kite Explicit contentE

pills1996

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Lyrics

Intro

Hold up, run that shit back (slat)

Drop, Verse 1

Yeah, this hoe can't fuck with me (what)

Yeah, this hoe didn't even seen shit (jump out)

When I came out, I didn't had shit

and now, I got the rari' n' bricks (yeah)

Yeah, bussin' down Rick

Killing these hoes, killing this bitch, let's go (jump out)

Hook

You're a superstar you know you are (slat)

I swear to god you a superstar you know you are

I met this girl and she wanna done (yeah)

Fuck around n' got pushed in a room full of love, ouh (jumpout!)

Boy ain't gone be good for you (yeah)

Oh my god yuh

Boy ain't gone good for ya', oh my god yeah. (Slatt)

Boy ain't gone for ya' ooouh, (yeah! Let's go!)

Verse 2

Im tryna go flex, yeah been flexin'

I got two watches, yeah double Rolex

I fuck your girl, yeah fuck the feds

Me and my hoe we go back

I got these bitches tryna play

I got this gun right in my hand

Threw that ice on my wrist, now she suck me dead

Every time she call me like "lemme get cash"

Whole lotta x, yeah, whole lotta red, yeah (jumpout)

Whole lotta ahh, whole lotta paper, whole lotta uh...

Hook

You're a superstar you know you are (slat)

I swear to god you a superstar you know you are

I met this girl and she wanna done (yeah)

Fuck around n' got pushed in a room full of love, ouh (jumpout!)

Boy ain't gone be good for you (yeah)

Oh my god yuh

Boy ain't gone good for ya', oh my god yeah. (Slatt)

Boy ain't gone for ya' ooouh, (yeah! Let's go!)

Verse 3

Racks all in my pockets, lil bitch you know I get the money

Run right in the mall, then I go run through a hundred

Richard Mille my arm, I'm bout to ice out my cousin

I can get the off thang, if I push that button

Seven plus it's two, I might break straight to twenty

Mind speed, mind speed, yee yee, you know I give this shit

Hold up, hold up, hold up

I put the stamp on it

Pop me a perc and I get too high

Pop me a perc and I get too high

Bih, I'm on wifi

Bih, I'm on wifi

Hold up, yeah, yeah

Tryna fuck wife

Brand new bags, yeah

Hold that text, no night

I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, haha

I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, haha

I heard y'all boys gettin' money over there, ha-ha

outro

Yeah, im so awesome, I swear this clones be on some. I swear im a stunner like Steve Austin, yeah uh (slat!, opium)

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