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bukshot - i be... lyrics

[intro: n+do]
smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking

[verse 1: bukshot]
n+do you my boy (yeah), but tell me what you think
cause you blazing from that bob, you can match what i drink (h+ll naw)
so bottom up and neck down, this ain’t crooked eyes
it be messing with my head and fogging up my eyes
i take a look down, what do i see? supply is getting low cause my 40s up on me (aw naw)
i’m bеnt like a fool, it’s time to get somе more
i be checking up in that rear+view looking out for those popos
hit the liquor store, time to re+up on the brew
i gots to keep my swerve on, fool i thought you knew
i got that top of line wine, carlo rossi in my trunk
hurricane and alizé is sure to get me drunk
god be drinking up with that devil in the pale moonlight (yeah what’s up fool?)
rolling through louisville, swerving left to right
got my stumble off the liquor
feeling up like a g
every single weekend cause drinking’s what i be (h+ll yeah)
[chorus: n+do]
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)

[verse 2: n+do]
i’m riding shotgun with northern lights and the endo
scoop up the chocolate tire, the one i used to mess with hydro
and rate this combination it’s the bomb no doubt
french inhaling and exhaling through my nose, passed out on the couch
i roll a blunt fat like a louisville slugger bat
so when you spark up the sack, roll up the weed and then catch the contact
avoiding papers as if they was player haters
went from phillies to swishers then i moved to the bangers
player, player holler at me when you get some evelyn
don’t wanna put my lips up on the dirt cause it’s irrelevant, oh (that’s some dirt weed dawg)
my+my how high can you get?
high like the wing on the side of randall cunningham’s helmet
the young chiefer from the midwest with no colts (kentucky)
here to let the whole word knows who cheefs the most
fill up my lungs, took a pass of t with thc
smoking like a .380 and my eyes are still lazy
[chorus: n+do]
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)

[bridge: n+do]
i got the bomb that’ll stick ya
but i can fade you with the liquor
i got the bomb that’ll stick ya
but i can fade you with the liquor
i got the bomb that’ll stick ya
but i can fade you with the liquor
i got the bomb that’ll stick ya
but i can fade you with the liquor

[verse 3: n+do]
after the show your girl’s with n+do what you don’t believe me
true cheefer for real [axe mike dung and see?] (what’s up player boy)
now you wisher, you never kissed her
don’t matter cause yo sister was at the pad
splitting a swisher, mixing the juice and gin
take another hit and never breathe again
losing all you win
ask tony braxton, fl!ck ashes like a channel
if the players and the felines, the black d+ckeys and the blue flannel
[verse 4: bukshot]
i can’t be messing with that blazer, looking at you makes me choke
i can’t even find my 40 ounce (where it at?) cause you’ve been blowing out too much endo smoke
so what, i guess i’ll match up for yo chronic
but can you fade a fool like me, bukshot the alcoholic? (h+ll naw)
yeah, you flying high but get ready for the trip
i broke a fifth up in yo cloud then it’s gonna sink yo sp+ceship (boom)
when you hit the ground then you’ll finally see
i can drink more than you can smoke (any day) cause drinking’s what i be

[chorus: n+do]
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)
how swerved can i get (swerved)
how high can i be (high)

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