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charlie fettah - too high lyrics

i said i’m too high
i’m playing far cry
my call of duty
my tutti fruity to touch tha sky
no one betta’ than fettah they cannot touch the sky
you know i can give a g my word but i won’t testify
my music i keep it rugged, you know i’m people thuggin’
a bunch of maniac’s who itchin’ just to push the b-tton
rappers jaw jackin’ but they ain’t saying nothing
north side battleaxe sucker know i stand for something
a murderous mind, demon twisting up my spine
smokin’ reefer too high think i’m going blind
you must be stevie wonder not to see this up and comer
you rappers get the shoulder, the stone cold stunna’
i choose to keep it real, x no phone runna’
in other words, i’m an ex-no-phone runna’
whaddup to cypher diaz my jive soul brotha’
they cannot copy, k!ll the doppelganger’s no otha’
spit’n to do it like a finger to the greasy f-ckers, i’m like jordan mccarthy they like bruce buffa’
don’t let your girl suffer charlie take her undercover’s
show your b-tch fifty ways to leave a lover
bars over bullsh-t bring it back to the full-clip
this is just a target practice, look i don’t miss
don’t trip, the road is icy so don’t slip
number 2 my pencil game with a chrome tip
i choose to use my words, don’t let the chrome spit
if i didn’t write this song then i think my dome’s split
an evil g*nius with a thick p-n-s, my b-tch from venus, wait, i think i’m going crazy and i really mean it…

- charlie fettah lyrics

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