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letra de get high - president davo

first of all
just to make it clear
just to make it here you gotta lose a whole lot of friends
lose a lot of peers to gain my n-ggas
whole lot of time
whole lot of years (d-mn)
whole lot of years (d-mn)

i don’t see nothing wrong with none of my n-ggas
it ain’t fair to me
they miss they families thats where they rather be
instead they in the penitentiary
eating dog food like its pedigree
that just ain’t fair to me, that sh-t ain’t fair to me

(verse 1)
i’m feeling lazy though i call this my lazy flow
im really from the streets you grew up on the pavement doe
im like a great dane and you more like a lady doe
im at least a half ton you like a half a baby doe
n-ggas dont rap foreal
n-ggas dont rap the real
i be trying to motivate the young n-ggas i feel like im pastor phil
last n-gga that played with me
really got clapped for real
shots all at his grill.. it spilled … like ew
i dont even rap for real
i be in the trap for real
leaning all through the lanes
said she loves my traffic sk!lls
i do this for my fam, f-ck how a rapper feel
i ain’t even doing no more features i dont like n-ggas rapping sk!lls
d-mn… d-mn….
n-ggas ain’t wanna help me eat
jumped in the streets, really made myself a g
jumped in some beef and n0body came up on me (d-mn)

(verse 2)
ay we gon get high
she on my d-ck when she look in my eye
and it be low cuz im smoking on five
i lost some n-ggas to murder in prison so i got stay in the skies
i sip a cup and its muddy im leaving you bl–dy if you ever try
me and the president price high
i got the wrist coming from dubai
she got the stat lit as a lat
pop a lip for a n-gga like (???)
and baby started criping said this a mansion
gucci on me im in love with italian
gotta keep my pockets full of salmon
ain’t no woulduh shoulduh coulduh had it
we selling peas n-gga we dont bag it
trap long got the sh-t in the front
as long as you dont step on fenny cause that would offend me
platy chains they was seven fifty
ask me how i got em i was selling fifty’s
high as a b-tch in the whip with your bitty
you know im saying be hood rich
yall gang got someone to hug b-tch
pound of purp when you know we about to get…

- president davo

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