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a-game – hella high lyrics

[intro] (a-game, lil mike & emerse)
a-game: what the f-ck, man?!
emerse: yo, yo… chill!
lil mike: yo, are you alright, dude?
a-game: dude, those f-cking flyers in the white van won’t stop staring at me!!
lil mike: what the f-ck?
emerse: oh, god…
a-game: holy sh-t man! i think i overdid it, guys…
emerse: yeah, you think?
a-game: aye, man why are we in the parking lot still?!
emerse: yo, yo chill!
a-game: why are we stopped?!?!?!
emerse: we’re not stopped! we’re going like 80 on the interstate, what the h-ll?
a-game: oh, god man i’m tripping out
emerse: yeah, you’re tripping hard
a-game: hooooooooly f-cking sh-t, man
emerse: yeah, yeah, you um, you need to calm down

[verse 1] (a-game)
getting h-lla high, check my eyes, your boy can’t drive so i need a ride
i’m feeling right, but don’t trip me out, this acid makes me think i’m dying
these females looking h-lla fine in the club that i’m at, know i’m in my prime
you know i’m down to party any day, and any night, at any time
i’m a beast on a beat, you don’t want it with me, if you f-cking with me, i’m a leave you deceased
i’m in this b-tch spending h-lla g’s, my crew be rolling medical trees
in the vip with the z.c., got your b-tch with us on our k-c-i-d
everybody in this mothaf-cka know my name, no security needs to see my id
fight me if you do not like me, i used to be a straight edge, now i got a blunt i’m igniting
nightly, chilling at a party so exciting – “a-game, are you rollin’?” i reply, “b-tch i might be”
bad b-tches all around, looking for a wifey, sike i’m lying got an altered psyche
from mdma and lsd at the same time, i just do it like nike
time to slow it down, time to wrap it up
got marijuana on the table? break it down and roll it up
lifestyles of the rich and famous
molly is my homegirl, but acid is my main b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2] (d.ship)
blowing loud, sipping lean with 2 bad b-tches right next to me
i’m on ecstasy they have s-x with me, you pay for p-ssy i get it free
asap i get the sack, rolling up blunts back-to-back
2 puffs, then p-ss it back we twisting zags full of hash
i’m h-lla high getting redder eyes, turnt up my brain’s fried
can’t turn me down i’m too fly, i’m so high you can’t see my eyes
i’m in this b-tch, got the swishers lit, three chicks to accompany ship
take each one back to the crib you know how i live, i get it in
i get f-cked up, drink until i black out
smoke and sip purple sh-t i’m walking on clouds
don’t hesitate, no time to waste, wrapping up bags on the interstate
i celebrate when i get the cake, blowing dank, switching lanes
i’m a beast up on this microphone, handle my own, send you home
with three bullets in your dome, my mind mad, my heart cold
stone cold k!lla, blowing cigarillas
down for whatever, let’s get lifted like a elevator

[hook]

[verse 3] (emerse)
i’m in this b-tch getting h-lla high, my weed so loud it’s got a battle cry
and it tastes so dank it’s like apple pie, and you’re never gonna get with my supply
this is z.c. b-tch, we ride or die, if you wanna keep up then learn to fly
and if not, shut up as i p-ss you by, laughing at your -ss with the wicked eye
i’m shifted and lifted, a little bit twisted, i swear that i’m gifted and pushing the limit
never gonna give in, always gotta get it i will keep ripping, k!lling all b-tches
chopping with the quickness, serving up the sickness, giving you the business, put you on the hit list
taking all wishes and giving you st-tches, so you gonna rest in little bitty pieces

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