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rucka rucka ali – rebecca’s black (high day) lyrics

[verse 1]
everyday i wake up in the mornin’
smack my b-tch, where’s breakfast, b-tch?
tell a b-tch once, she goes cooks up some sh-t
b-tch better not burn that sh-t
which kinda drug should i get f-cked up with?
gotta get a buzz and i smoke rocks
watch good morning america
smokin’ my crack
b-tches tryin’ to f-ck me
ninjas tryin’ to jump me
b-tch says “yo man, i’m done
cookin’ up the meth”

[chorus]
it’s high day, high day
make-a-b-tch-wait-outside day
everybody’s smokin’ on purple keef, no cheap sh-t
high day, high day
order-crack-online day
smoke c0ke and choke a b-tch, ’cause she be speakin’

[post-chorus]
smokin’ me smokin’ some (crack)
smokin’ me smokin’ (i’m black)
blunts, guns, fun
ya know this weed is mixed with ecstasy

[verse 2]
b-tch i get high and plant bombs on the highway
watch ’em blow up and i snort some white
blunts, guns, out in the sun
i’m too stoned to choke a b-tch
slap a b-tch, smack a b-tch
mix heroin with special k
stop by kindergarten
to buy some f-ckin’ ritalin
b-tches tryin’ to f-ck me
ninjas tryin’ to jump me
gonna get my gun and shoot some
hippies in the chest

[chorus]
it’s high day, high day
give-a-b-tch-a-black-eye day
everybody’s smokin’ on kush and keepin’ the streets clean
high day, high day
chill-with-a-black-guy day
clean off your heroin needle with some bleach, yeah

[post-chorus]
smokin’ me smokin’ some (crack)
smokin’ me smokin’ (i’m black)
blunts, guns, fun
you know this needle has some hiv on it

[verse 3]
yes, justin beaver’s g-y
(no i’m not, since when is bi g-y?)
we we we gettin’ high, kids
we gettin’ high, b-tch
we got a eightball of cocaine
tomorrow i go back to bein’ a public school teacher
i’m be getting high for all of today
(this song needs somebody black)
b-tch -ss, ho’ -ss, trick -ss ninja
push you out the window like chris brown
smack a b-tch in the mouth like chris brown
when i’m done with a b-tch i p-ss brown (woo)
you heard-a 9/11?
that was me
that columbine bullsh-t?
that was me
you wanna f-ck around in iraq with me?
i leave you p-ssed out covered in cr-p and pee!

[chorus]
high day, high day
make-a-b-tch-wait-outside day
everybody’s smokin’ on purple keef, no cheap sh-t
high day, high day
order-crack-online day
smoke c0ke and choke a b-tch ’cause she be speakin’

[post-chorus]
smokin’ me smokin’ some (crack)
smokin’ me smokin’ (i’m black)
blunts, guns, fun
ya know this weed is mixed with ecstasy

[outro]
b-tch everybody show them t-tties
come on, come on everybody now
yo t-tties now
everybody now
come on, come on
everybody show me yo t-tties now

- rucka rucka ali lyrics

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