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kataem - cc high lyrics

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cream got me freezing while i cool in my whip| preme got me figi what you knew bout that drip| gas got my cc high, i fuel till i drift| my pockets was empty i was losing my wits|

now the cash in my lap while im cruising my strip| while the plug in the p-ssenger ain’t losing my fix| i got the juice like my fridge, ill p-ss the juice to my kids| im in the booth with a little bit of boof, -ssist let my crew hit the swish|
get left in the past, youll catch me in my bag| spent a couple racks but then i made it right back| girl i got the tab payment isnt a task| hit the scene acting up got lunatics in my cast| i am not radioactive| just an atomic reaction| i hit the speakers and blast it| leave enemies in a panic| i hit the drove, im in traffic| g on my t still in fashion| all on me, paper and plastic| i got all types of that baggage| boy got some hash its up in that plastic| made the pack flip like gymnastics|
i hit the spliff till im crashing| or hit the pad then scribble some magic|
yall bruthas quick as mol-sses| keep a distance cause im thinking the fastest| enemies dip in casket, run p-ss yo limit so you isnt lasting|

cream got me freezing while i cool in my whip| preme got me figi what you knew bout my drip| gas got my cc high, i fuel till i drift| my pockets was empty i was losing my wits|

king of flows, katt attack and k!ll a rap at a minimal| so much gas i need a mask its a ritual| slap a track and then i stack the residuals|

we want them numbers my bruthas gon run it up daily| business decisions a maybe| ‘less you got money to pay me| we dont want nothing fugazi| ton in my cup, fill a blunt on a daily| how im alive still amaze me| washin it down with some baileys| until my vision is hazy|
king of flows, katt attack and k!ll a rap at a minimal| so much gas i need a mask its a ritual| slap a track and then i stack the residuals| undefeated like the man is invincible| k!lling beats its like the man is a criminal| rid the streets of every wack individual| dissing me dun got yo -ss looking pitiful|
name another brutha that gon do it like this| got that louie on my hip, and see that gucci my kicks| now ill be broke next year i used this one just to flex| so just in case i bought some runners to run to the checks|

cream got me freezing while i cool in my whip| preme got me figi what you knew bout my drip| gas got my cc high, i fuel till i drift| my pockets was empty i was losing my wits|

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