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Highs & Lows

TUT

Preacher's Son

05.01.2015

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Tekst piosenki
[Hook] Hey hey, tell me where you wanna go? You might be going through a lot right now That's just the game and how it goes Hey hey, where’s some weed? I’m tryna smoke I think I need a light right now To make it through the highs and lows, hey [Verse 1] Break it down like marijuana - Papa wore a Ferragama' Counting up a couple commas, posted with that fucking llama Preacher's son, I love my momma - kicked me out for smoking ganja If the police found my stash - they gon’ throw me in the slamma' I’m too handsome for a cell - posted with this lady though Met her ass today, I don’t know why she call me baby fo' Get you some ambitions - keep on sitting like a lazy ho' Wishin' on yo visions, when the fuck you gonna chase em' tho'? Henny, I don’t chase it - burning daisies Getting blowed like an AC, for a show you gotta pay me, homie Ready or not nigga, we coming and your bitch is too We done paid these dues - cut it out, now the blaze on you [Hook] [Verse 2] Know the devil’s after me - demons keep attacking me I just want some dough to have my family living lavishly Girly, call my celly, say she startin' to get attached to me I’ma call you later - you about to kill my battery Told her just like that - remember big bruh' used to hit us with the packs And we used to bring the cash right back, uh Cool nigga, bloods say I’m bool, nigga My young nigga bangin' in the streets I pray his momma pray for ‘em But I told him get home safely And keep his gun on safety - and he said “Real nigga shit though” And then he flashed his pistol Living life to the fullest while dodging them bullets Y’all niggas like urine, uh - y’all ain’t never gon’ be shit Creepin' in the Benz, playin' TLC, creep on the down low But it’s down low, blowing endo, on the lookout for the po-po (Whoo-Whoo) [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I don’t need your weed, I swear that we be smoking back to back I could be yo' nigga but yo' ass just don’t know how to act I be by myself - I swear that boy ain’t shit to fool with You say you want a nigga girl, you shouldn’t say that bullshit Stepping out the pulpit, gotta' keep it honest girl Don’t you go spilling feelings man That shit smell straight like vomit, stop it Stop it bitch, it’s that automatic Broke her down on the apartment carpet You know Tut a fuckin' monster, Ferragamo like my father [Bridge x2] Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something
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