paroles de chanson High - Showtime

Lets get it
Roll up the za in the spliffy
Casamigos and we litty
My thirty is filthy its coming right wit me
Lets get it
All real niggas feel me
I aint handing out no pity the hate in the city I see that they envy
She a thottie she go crazy
I pull down her hair and she down to get Jiggy
38 48 100p goner
Can I hit it till the huh
Can I hit it till the mornin
Hop in the dt wit rebel and steeze this horse is American roaring
Thought he was valid his shit got snatched
Now his chain doin touring

We find his spot then we raiding the stash
Put the wock in the bag
Spin the block we call that spanking the ave
I know niggas that be waiting to spazz
They waiting to drill
Higher then pills
Tike on the hill
This shit getting real
This shit getting deep
I ride wit the heat
These niggas don't speak
Just mask up jeepers creep
Im ridin wit
I ain't get no sleep
Gotta million dollar dream before a nigga reap huh