paroles de chanson Hiiigh Thoughts - NHG

Yop
Yeah
Good looking, Shui

Aye
In this bitch tripping high as hell with the munchies, really snack mixing
I got a Firework Faygo, Better Made's, and some damn Snicker's
Thinking 'bout seeing some better days, getting my bag bigger
Finna stuff another wood, hope I don't get a damn splinter
A couple played it crazy like they got me, they was catfishing
Had to get from 'round them lames, they ain't see the bigger picture
Steady starting missions I fucked with, but ain't get to finish
It's sad to say, that made my heart colder than a Mitten winter
That queen of yours offered to lick me, then let me get within her
Better know that hoe ah fuck the world if that shit within her
With that being said, let her go over you choosing to be tender
Man, you ready to crash out 'cause she something of a water bender
And if it's up with me I ain't the type gotta be calling niggas
'Cause if I do, rest assured it's fucked for you & all who with you
And I can't let the mission fail, bitch I work at the (Hold on, shh), nah
Let me chill, that information only for who want they issue
I be talking to the instrumental like sorry, I had to kill you
That shit kill me, you gotta go up for everybody to feel you
Nigga, why you spazzing 'bout that slut? You need to chill dude
And yeah, I beat but ain't really want to
Her fit had smelled like mildew
Felt that shit in my chest when everybody switched up, and I still do
That's 'cause the old me kept dwelling on it, had to kill dude
I just rolled a fat wood of Lemon Cherry, now I feel smooth
I be chilling, don't come 'round here tripping
Me & .40 real cool
I think she tired of eating glizzy, said she want some real food
In a minute boo, I'm just tryna fill you
But I just know I bet not feel tooth, that shit real rude
Now I ain't even in the mood, you can dip too
I'll never get caught doing dirt, shit, convict who?
You won't see me do my dawgs dirty, nigga, Vick who?
Have my shooter pop up out the cut
Catch a nigga, blick a boo
Be careful when you pick a boo
These hoes pick & choose
Or they be setups for niggas tryna get rid of you
And that couldn't be anymore true, shit be pitiful
Never spat out anything that's false when I hit the booth
I think that's enough for this lil song, finna hit the wood

Yeah
Ooh
Man, where my fucking lighter at?
Oh, here it go
Took a look at my lighter it say "Just Flick It", too

Bitch, y'all know what the fuck going on