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letra de get high to this - lil' wyte

lil’ wyte lyrics

“get high to this”
(feat. hypnotize camp posse)

(intro: dj paul)
yea-yea chuch ya’khamsayn
once again it’s on baby, y’all know what time it is
i know it’sa shame ya’khamsayn,
you gatta actually killa a mothaf-cka out here
just ta let a n-gg- now you ain’t playin’ with him
and you ain’t bullsh-ttin’ – yea that’s some knowledge fa y’all
na’…we gon’ get y’all inta this new artist
his new -ss – lil’ wyte, this boy raw…

(chorus 8x – (dj paul) plays in the background)
get high to this sh-t – i’m high as a mothaf-cka

(dj paul)
alotta rappers rap gangsta sh-t but they ain’t did nothing
dj paul – lord inf’…crunchy blac fa real bussen
we done rolled down on n-gg-z, we done let them gats burst
we done seen n-gg-z blood leak clean through they shirt
i ain’t lying too ya boys when i said that cha’ll get did
man i keep me some hungry n-gg-z ready ta spit the wig
of a fake solid n-gg-, hoes lying in they wraps
cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scr-p

(juicy j)
he wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
made his body cold left from red and wet
body curved up like a cornrow
police on the set, i’m a vet from the north – north
pack a rusty tec in the lex’ plus a sawed-off
hard makin’ money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
narcotics and these hoodrats – nut go-ba-lers
they’d take a shot at ‘cha, put you in tha hospita’
leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya i’ma halla at ya

(crunchy blac)
here i go again, try’na keep my mothaf-ckin’ -ss thin
n-gg-z halla friends, but they fake friends
i’ma n-gg- halla “mothaf-ck friends”
torn up in my mothaf-ckin’ right hand
i’ma ’bouta go and f-ckin’ rob a man
just so i can keep my f-ckin’ family fed
f-ck what’cha heard this is what i said
bust out some shots at ya f-ckin’ head

(lachat)
i’ma meet you pockin’ b-tches, whoppin’ n-gg-z wit’ my pistol
in my yard they discovered, dead i’m out here out makin’ missles
this is war when you f-ckin’ wit’ lachat – b-tch y’aint know
get ‘cho posee out becuz we comin’ 20 deep hoe
didn’t you need ta know that all that talk can get you f-cked up
hoe this ain’t no game – that you playing you get bucked up
i’ont give a f-ck who you is, who you in too
you wont touch a b-tch, ha who me b-tch – but i’ll kill you

(frayser boy)
a crooked as a barrell of snakes
f-ck with the real not fake
i represent the bay – so ain’t no need ta hate
i’m counting tones and spray
i’ll blow your crean away
this hcp don’t play – won’t see anotha day
y’kno we hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
this frayser boy – no lie
inhalin’ dro – so fine
y’kno we toppin’ a poun’
and still we stompin’ your smile
no need ta copy our styles
what chain’t been popped in a while

(lil’ wyte)
no more f-ckin’ around by now i’m fed up
i see your face has a frown – gatta keep your head up
cuz when you f-ck wit’ this camp – let’s say you messed up
they told you in the beginning – don’t try ta test us
the day lil’ wyte hooked up with the 6 – the sh-t was all she wrote
y’kno these lyrics be burnin’ – blisters deep in my throat
this sh-t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
adding some pippen ta b-tches get at me weaker than water
this is the start of a problem thats lackin’ a solution
you graduated with honors – ta sell out inst-tution
and this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
i stole your plate when back fa seconds – +how u luvin’ that?+
this is my mothaf-ckin’ posee song – wheres jerome?
instead of gettin’ up out yo sh-t – you stayed ya -ss at home
potential lurking fa certain – i know you feel it hurt
if they knew b-tchin’ came wit’ ya – you coulda kept ya verse
b-tch doubt me now

(chorus 8x – (dj paul)

- lil wyte

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