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tq (rapper) - 2hïgh lyrics

2hïgh lyrics
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m high off a pill, i just went to rite aid
i get my money illegal, the right way
push the wheel off the perc and the wock
think i might crash the whip on the highway
sippin’ lean like i’m catchin’ a cold
yeah, that boy fiendin’ so he actin bold
i’m with the gang you thought we was laminated
cause we never ever finna fold (d+mn, d+mn)
yeah, i’m gettin’ paper ain’t talkin’ exam
i feel like oscar i’m stuck in a can
im gettin’ hot and i get it poppin
just like the grease jumpin out the pan
high as f+ck, i ain’t never been sober
imma dog but ain’t finna roll over
got these muhf+ckas on my last sh+t
teachers really know that i am a stoner (yeah)
yeah they really f+ckin’ know, huh
the drake is on me, ovo, huh
say i don’t smoke but i reek of the dro
b+tch wanna f+ck but i peep she a ho
(d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn)
i get it done when im off of the product
im rocking gucci, louis, fendi, prada
im flippin’ drugs im sellin narcotah
they just be hatin’ they ain’t gettin’ dolla
they just be hatin’,ain’t gettin’ no cash
i check the rear, and push on the gas
might as well sit in the back
im on the yak, im thinkin’ bout trophies and plaques
sippin this mud, im on my back
gettin’ the funds, how can i lack?
i was just worried bout gettin some p+ssy
the money be talkin’ like “where was you at?”
money be talkin like im seein’ ghosts
im gettin’ bread, you gettin’ toast
all of these f+ckboys do the most
im gettin’ this money thats word to my locs
word to my locs yeah thats word to my people
that b+tch, she hate me yeah she call me evil
dont give a f+ck im just smokin’ on diesel
i got the juice i ain’t talkin’ bout beetle
i got the sauce i ain’t talkin’ no heinz
she wanna f+ck told her, “get in the line”
i just copped me a baguette and a rollie
but sorry i still cannot find any time
ain’t no relaxin’ when pockets is empty
green is the color of money and envy
i feel like playboi carti in this muhf+cka
cause im thinkin bout fetti on fetti (on fetti on fetti)
(yeah, yeah) and i dont never leave without it, huh
ain’t no birkin and she poutin’
f+ck it, im sippin’, im high as a mountain
i cannot chill when i’m thinkin’ bout thousands(yeah)
im thinkin quarter millions whats the paper worth?
signin checks and im doin my paperwork
imma f+ck with the shawty but i cannot hit it
if that biitch she ask me to pay for her
i ain’t never gon do it
f+ck a lil p+ssy ain’t goin out stupid
she all on me cause she heard of my music
im sippin the double, codeine in my fluid (drank, drank drank)
(yeah im sippin the double, codeine in my fluid)
[ybkjaden]
uh, n+gga im gettin the bread and the pape
im gettin money n+ggas can’t relate
heard he want smoke so i bought him a vape
she gettin wet when she turn on my tape
uh, my n+ggas be puttin tags up on toes
she gettin freaky, made her touch her toes
my n+gga whippin them bricks and the bowls
im off this perc can’t even feel my toes
glock on my body im dumpin these shots
she feelin me but i know she a thot
got a red notice feel like im the rock
im sippin tris n+gga these ain’t no props
b+tch im a villain, feel like an antagonist
you not gon shoot that stick, so why you grabbin it?
im on a brand new flight i be travellin
bullets cut deep like a muhf+ckin javelin

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