spencer groves - how high lyrics
intro + (hussein fatal)
this goes out to q
this goes out to q
and you (haha)
and you too
verse + (hussein fatal)
easy pass flow n+ggas on standby
heard of winning but this a landslide
now give up hold your hands high
now tell me why can’t i (yeah)
this dog is the illest rock bottom
b+tches waving, holla out you the realest
all in my book of realness, you n+ggas is chimps
no brains and no kinda game n+ggas is wimps
you rain on the top is short like leprechauns
twenty cars clean on my way to echelon
money on my head but i’m riding in the drop
million dollar warrant so i’m hiding from the cops
you heard me
this dog is the illest l!cking shots
n+ggas screaming ‘fatal tryna k!ll us’
hand on the strap
middle finger to the law
realest n+gga that you ever saw (watch it watch it watch it)
verse + (spencer groves)
check me check me out
i’ma spit till i miss out
party friday, party in studio till my ‘halo’s’ out (yeah)
200,000 people in twenty hours
tardy albums making it rain on momentum hold it now (hold it what)
like where did he go and where’s he running to?
i think he’d stick around if he really wanted to
i think she’d stick around if she really wanted to
punish me i got it
i’m laughing now cause you bought it
the specifications of being great i put the pen to the paper
no patience i’m afraid cause i’m saving that sh+t all for later
cause when i put a new album out i’ma get all berated
and i’ma get all the hate
and i don’t think i can just sit here and take
cause when i fake it i’ma break ya (break ya)
and too many people just wanna say that they can’t even fathom
how i’m as good at everything that i am
what did i just say?
verse + (royce da 5’9″)
to all my ladies, what up?
to all my flawless baby mama’s
following my baby mama
on halloween, she remind me of my baby mama
she honestly believe i would leave my baby mama
she gotta have a body like amari bailey mama
a face like lori harvey great v+g+n+
some real estate an awesome place
is off lakes with office sp+ce behind ‘em
create so many happy things i call myself divine
flesh is high, pressure high
running on ryan welker’s eye
there’s not a time when i ain’t felt divine
even when round the clock i held the 9
letting the devil buy himself the time
it gets telling when you scale and climb
telling crime, you get the smell of fried melon when you sellin’ swine
the safe roots that raised dudes they new shelves
the great dudes, they abused they use camaros
denaun blew straight through the barrel
through they suit apparel
define cruise they shoot a mural
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