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letra de holy ghost - slap nevada

[intro]
im so high
im so high

[verse 1:slap nevada]

i been getting bread
since i was fourteen addicted to the game
its like morphine n-gga
being broke, that’s your scene
energize the streets like ginseng, taurine
i’m from the d like danny brown
yo’ whole stee is a hand me down
look at me now, pulling her panties down
walk up in the spot they don’t pat me down ah
penalty, high stick
run up in the castle meet the m-th-f-ckin knight stick
spike will k!ll with the hook , ice pick
got my girl booty in a mothaf-ckin’ vice grip
hundreds and twenty’, b-tch i run my lane
me and m.j are one in the same
only real n-ggas run in my gang
she f-cking with me like she got something to gain n-gga

[chorus]

cross joint
holy smoke
n-ggas hate but they don’t know me though
cross joint
holy smoke
wait
n-ggas hate but they don’t know me though
ride on top catch the holy ghost
ride on top catch the holy ghost
catch the holy ghost

[verse 2:slap nevada]

money on my mizind
pull up with a dizime
jeans made milan
f-ck the pigs, islam
im a dog but im in love with feline
she back that -ss up like a mothaf-ckin’ rewind
dreamt this sh-t up in mexico
now out the d im the next to blow
sticking to the play, x and o
i want six figures and a decimal
hoe i rep suh and megatron
when you see me on the street call me estoban
if you see me on my grind don’t mess with me
cause i’ll make a bad call like a referee
i’m so high i got vertigo
when she take off her top she convertible
only roll, when i test the work
cross joint that’s how you bless the purp n-gga

[chrous]

cross joint
holy smoke
n-ggas hate but they don’t know me though
cross joint
holy smoke
(wait)
n-ggas hate but they don’t know me though
ride on top catch the holy ghost
ride on top catch the holy ghost
catch the holy ghost

[verse 3:slap nevada]
if you know me
keep it low key
i stay smoking
catch the holy
i am with my o.g’s, all them n-ggas on lean
if it ain’t’ about bread than that sh-t ain’t’ for me n-gga
we don’t catch cold feet n-gga
up a week no sleep n-gga
you don’t work you don’t eat n-gga, came to this b-tch with elite n-ggas
off the bob marley
you can’t guard me
left out the function with a barbie
straight up out the concrete garden
about to pull out a bag of the darling
that’s my side b-tch
and my main hoe
the kush nug look like a rainbow
it takes two, to do the tango
i’m puffing mango
worried about my jane doe

[chorus]

- slap nevada

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