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letra de high 4lert - grioten

[intro: grioten]
i’ll leave you dead on sight
high alert watch your back when we fight
leave you in the mud when i get a taste of blood
i don’t ever wanna stop all day all night

[hook: grioten]
give me one more chance, i’ll fight, let me put you in the side
i ain’t got no time for you b-tch
let me live my life, i don’t want to be your vice
like a kite i fly so high you can’t see me
i just want to live my life on high alert
if i’m f-cking feeling down, i’ll f-cking pop a f-cking perc
if you try to f-ck with me i’ll f-cking put you in the dirt
hit the gas, b-tch i’m out like a b-tch giving birth, giving birth (birth)
[verse 1: grioten]
god d-mn, i don’t want no f-cking b-tch
cause i camе in the club with a m-th-f-ckin stick (ayy ayy)
vendetta, i put you undеr weather
in the back seat of my cab i switch you on like i’m a lever
im just tryna f-ck, not love, i don’t wanna give in
hit a f-cking milli, now i finna make a living
swerve, swerve so fast ima smoke you like some chilli
burned, burned my wrist, so i bought a richard milli’ (richard milli’)

[interlude]
there is no going back
you’ve changed things, forever
then why did you want to k!ll me?
i don’t want to k!ll you
what would i do without you?
no no, no, no you, you complete me

[hook: grioten]
give me one more chance, i’ll fight, let me put you in the side
i ain’t got no time for you b-tch
let me live my life, i don’t want to be your vice
like a kite i fly so high you can’t see me
i just want to live my life on high alert
if i’m f-cking feeling down, i’ll f-cking pop a f-cking perc
if you try to f-ck with me i’ll f-cking put you in the dirt
hit the gas, b-tch i’m out like a b-tch giving birth, giving birth
[verse 2: day$okee]
six feet under how you talkin me
oh sh-t i’m king better run from the scene
big bands big gats we gone pull up wit heat
ak’s lightweight cause you know i be sleep
on me on me i be smoking the green
king kush king kong i be hittin the weed
all week i’m weak i be laughing at me
all week i’m weak i be laughing at me
ain’t nothing even topping what i’m talking about
we be mobbing down the street with artillery now
and the sh-t that we be dropping it be popping a smile
popping p-ssy f-ckin b-tches i be all in her mouth
ain’t nothing even topping what i’m talking about
we be mobbing down the street with artillery now
and the sh-t that we be dropping it be popping a smile
popping p-ssy f-ckin b-tches i be all in her mouth

- grioten

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