Songtexte Dont Kill My High - Black Josh , Black the Ripper

If you speak to me, speak to me nice
Don't you even blow my high
If you chat to me, chat to me right
I didn't ask for your advice
I'm sick of actors and their lies
Always gassin' every time
Need Henny, glasses and some ice
I'm blowin' hash into the sky
Don't you blow my high, though
You can't kill my high
I smoke my weed past five-O
Whippin' in the sides
My presidential shines gold
You can't kill my time
Bitch, don't kill my high

If you speak to me, speak to me nice
Might flood out my Rollie with ice
I don't listen to none of these guys
'Cause ninety-nine percent, nine of them lie
And I make more Ps than them
And I smoke more trees than them
The game's too fake, man are two-faced
That's why I don't wanna be your friend
You know I rep D-O-E 'til the end
It gets mad when bars get released from my pen
I can't wait 'til my boy gets released from the pen
We got cake to make and more P's to spend
Just got back from Milan
Spent twelve grand in the Gucci store
And that's because I can
Money grows on trees, I just grow some more (Dope)

If you speak to me, speak to me nice
Don't you even blow my high
If you chat to me, chat to me right
I didn't ask for your advice
I'm sick of actors and their lies
Always gassin' every time
Need Henny, glasses and some ice
I'm blowin' hash into the sky
Don't you blow my high, though
You can't kill my high
I smoke my weed past five-O
Whippin' in the sides
My presidential shines gold
You can't kill my time
Bitch, don't kill my high

I swag, I don't know how to stop it
Said I couldn't get it, I got it
Yeah, I'm not a square
You ain't ready, you are not prepared
For when I pull up with my squad in here
You in the shows and tryin' not to stare
But your girl is watchin' while we mobbin', yeah
I've been dippin', dabbin', I've been drippin' sauce
I gotta get it, any means or any cost
You think I'm fuckin', but until I let it off
I just turned her on and then she takes it off
Her pussy feelin' like it was just made for Josh
I'm in designer like I was just made to floss
My pinky think I got a sun print on

If you speak to me, speak to me nice
Don't you even blow my high
If you chat to me, chat to me right
I didn't ask for your advice
I'm sick of actors and their lies
Always gassin' every time
Need Henny, glasses and some ice
I'm blowin' hash into the sky
Don't you blow my high, though
You can't kill my high
I smoke my weed past five-O
Whippin' in the sides
My presidential shines gold
You can't kill my time
Bitch, don't kill my high