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k3 flamez - “high rise anthem” lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, b+tch, i’m lit in the stu, gettin’ high as a m+th+f+cka (high as f+ck)
yeah, money risin’, so i gotta keep this sh+t down, hold it under (hold it down, b+tch)
yeah, bad hoes outside, tryna hop on my line, tryna f+ck or somethin’ (tryna f+ck)
yeah, freak b+tch, thick thighs, told her, “bring that ass in, stop runnin’” (bring it here)
been a real+ass n+gga since the jump, i ain’t never been no sucker (h+ll nah)
smokin’ big+fire dope, slap the blunt, that’s a high+five, m+th+f+cka (high+five, b+tch)
you ain’t tryna stack no bands, lil’ broke boy, your ass cluttered (you broke)
ain’t sh+t but hunnid+dollar bills and bankrolls that’s runnin’ through my cover (money, b+tch)

[verse 1]
every d+mn morning i grind, b+tch, i’m hustlin’ with a purpose (with a purpose)
all that rap sh+t you talk be fake, m+th+f+cka, you worthless (you cap)
take that cap off yo’ head, lil’ b+tch, you a clown in the circus (real talk)
all i want is diamonds hittin’ hard, shinin’ bright when i surface (bling)
climbin’ up the charts, movin’ fast like i’m runnin’ from curses (run it up)
zaza pack hittin’ too strong, b+tch, i’m higher than the pilots in service (high as h+ll)
money stackin’ tall as a b+tch, thick as h+ll, that sh+t’s workin’ (stack it up)
all this grind finally paid off, now the bag look perfect (yeah, b+tch)
how the f+ck i woke up to a check? i ain’t even put work in (what the f+ck?)
bro swingin’ big+ass sticks, told you boys he don’t do no chirpin’ (he don’t play)
got a ratchet lil’ b+tch in the hood who would mace yo’ ass on purpose (spray yo’ ass)
gotta stay down till you shine, b+tch, life ain’t instant service (stay down, ho)
party lit, bro got it tucked, he ain’t nervous, he lurkin’ (he lurk)
all i do now is rap a bar and get paid, this sh+t perfect (perfect)
bro spark sh+t off if it pop, ain’t no talkin’ or chirpin’ (no talk)
thick+ass b+tch at the spot ass up, face down, steady twerkin’ (shake that sh+t)
[chorus]
yeah, b+tch, i’m lit in the stu, gettin’ high as a m+th+f+cka (high as h+ll)
yeah, money risin’, so i gotta keep sh+t locked down proper (hold it down)
yeah, all these bad hoes outside tryna hop in the car like they sponsored (hop in)
yeah, freak b+tch, told her, “slide to the crib, don’t bother talkin’, just offer” (just do it)
been real all my motherf+ckin’ life, i ain’t never been softer (never)
smokin’ loud+ass gas, slap the blunt like a high+five offer (high+five, b+tch)
you ain’t tryna run up bands, lil’ boy, yo’ pockets awkward (awkward ass)
ain’t sh+t but money on my mind, b+tch, twenty+four seven, no pauses (money, ho)

[verse 2]
ain’t my birthday, but i still run this cake the f+ck up daily (run it up)
real+ass stoner, wake and bake, b+tch, i’m high before i’m wakin’ (high already)
just got some bands? boy, you late as h+ll, you shaky (late ass)
tryna ball like i’m curry, f+ck a layup, b+tch, i’m sprayin’ (wet)
n+ggas tellin’ stories they ain’t live, that sh+t fugazi (fake ass)
shorty trippin’, told her, “tie yo’ laces, get yo’ sh+t straight, baby” (fix it)
gettin’ money make these haters mad as f+ck, they shady (f+ck ’em)
don’t need no b+tch, need bankrolls thick as the 80s (bands)
ho catfishin’ with filters, without makeup she crazy (d+mn)
thick b+tch shakin’ ass like the club her birthplace, daily (shake somethin’)
big+ass bl!ck on bro, sh+t look like a ray gun from the 80s (bang)
gotta stay away from broke+ass n+ggas, they lazy (stay back)
how the f+ck you claim you got a bag? boy, yo’ sh+t fugazi (stop cappin’)
if it ain’t about money, then don’t say sh+t to flamez, i’m brazy (don’t talk)
livin’ dreams with my day ones, whole gang wavy (gang)
ice on my neck, young n+gga dropped ten racks, sh+t crazy (ice talk)
[chorus]
yeah, b+tch, i’m lit in the stu, gettin’ high as a m+th+f+cka (high as f+ck)
yeah, money up, gotta keep it down, can’t let no one f+ck it up (never)
yeah, bad hoes outside on the street tryna hop in the truck (hop in)
yeah, freak b+tch ready for the crib, tryna f+ck sh+t up (she ready)
been a real+ass n+gga since day one, i don’t need no luck (never)
smokin’ big+fire blunt, slap it once, that’s a high+five, f+ck (here)
you ain’t tryna chase no bag, lil’ boy, yo’ ass stuck (you froze)
ain’t sh+t but money on my mind, b+tch, i can’t get enough (cash)

[outro]
know what the f+ck goin’ on
yeah…

- k3 flamez lyrics

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