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spm – i must be high lyrics

i’m d-mned if i do & d-mned if i don’t
holla f-ck the world with my chest full of smoke
i choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
say dope house records, screwston, texas
the diamonds in my emblems is cut like a princess
you can keep the lexus ’cause i got 2 benz’s
i’m in your girlfriends’ hot intestines
’cause i bought her 2 dresses & some contact lenses
got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
click & clack my semi auto ’cause i’m tryin’ to see tomorrow
bought a condo for my top hoe ’cause she workin’ that taco
it’s the top sellin’ vato, 23’s on the tahoe
tv screens, margarita machines with street marines
got love for the crips & bloods & latin kings
if it means anything this for all my g’s
i’m in jail cause i forgot my f-ckin’ abc’s
another dwi, drunk & f-ckin’ high
i’ll be out before the m-th-f-ckin’ sun can touch the sky
they call me young thurston howell the 3rd
& that’s my word
i’m a sw-ng, i’m a swerve
i’m a park & scr-pe the curve.

[chorus:]
why when i’m not high does my life
feel like it’s missin’ somethin’?
i know that i must be high
so that i can function. [x2]

i’m a use my 3 wishes, i’m very superst-tious
no matter where i go i meet a bunch of h-rny b-tches
burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
f-ck ’em so good they wake up & wash dishes
the food was delicious, bacon, eggs & biscuits
no french kisses & no hippopotamuses
i’m picky, if you strictly d-ckly, you can’t get with me.
as i represent houston like what? the d-mn whitney
i’m a get ’em when i get ’em i loved ’em & i fed ’em
lived in peace, i ain’t gonna let ’em when i see ’em i’m gonna wet ’em
shut ’em down like d-town & my homey ackavelie
peace to happareli & my n-gg- john freddy
my drink is thick as jelly, i love my sh-t money
4 do’s in this b-tch & we gon’ do them boys ugly
ready for the rumble, leave ’em lyin’ in a puddle
y’all don’t really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle.

[chorus:]
why when i’m not high does my life
feel like it’s missin’ somethin’?
i know that i must be high
so that i can function. [x2]

i walks in the club grabbin’ on my d-ck
as the police officers pattin’ down my click
they say my bandana breaks the dress code
every fine f-ckin’ b-tch i see is my ex hoe
i’m hoggin’ & i’m d-gg-n’ creepin’ & i’m crawlin’
believe me this my callin’ it’s time to do you all in
everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
slangin’ slab motor rocks up in old man’s land
burnin’ off in my “smokey & the bandit” trans am
the rope around my neck is just danglin’ & janglin’
sometimes i smoke the rain & get wetter than a penguin
aunt jemima sipper, hoes like jack tripper
peace to big dipper. what the deal much n-gg-?
hook like johnny topy, it’s dope house livin’ prosperous.
i tip my waitress & she can’t stop sayin’ ‘gracias’.

[chorus:]
why when i’m not high does my life
feel like it’s missin’ somethin’?
i know that i must be high
so that i can function. [x2]

- spm lyrics

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