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letra de dont blow my high - solem la'core

{verse 1:solem la’core}
what the f-ck is compet-tion to a n-gga like me, could you please remind me i walk through the valley of with no hop for help still searching for that silver lining some people pop pills some people sip lean i’m addicted to the purple ivory i’m hopeless i’m choking from gas from mysterious trees better use it wisely, there’s no cure for insanity, nightmare of reality, but in my actuality, i got a f-cked up mentality get throwed with a n-gga get blowed with a n-gga showing hospitality put a bell on the scale blow it down young n-gga got no limit to capacity

{chorus:solem la’core}
b-tch don’t (blow my high)
b-tch don’t (blow my high)
b-tch don’t (blow my high)
b-tch don’t (blow my high)
i’m a habitual smoker give me residual’s when i get lyrical
fabrics are full of the odor filling my
cup up with various chemicals
b-tch dont (blow my high)
b-tch dont (blow my high)
b-tch dont (blow my high)
b-tch dont (blow my high)
i’m a habitual smoker give me residual’s when i get lyrical
fabrics are full of the odor filling my
cup up with various chemicals

{verse 2: solem la’core}
hold up let me catch that drag double it up i might need another bag suplex perfection pick your selection tote lethal weapon’s that pop like tag’s i’m the king of the city ain’t n0body f-cking with me like a suicidal bomber on a sunday got mid got kush got purp f-ck comp eliminating these n-gga’s with the word play i’m not promoting the habit you do what you do inhaling diesel i’m sipping on screw just me and the crew i rather drink brews you rather drink goose, rolling them papers and blunts that the culture of my nationality, my dreams of success is one hit from the blunt while i’m thinking so lavishly, i give a f-ck what a n-gga say, six tabs in a minute maid, bad b-tch two cup’s eight zips what the i’m a mother f-cking renegade, i’m confuse with you n-gga’s thats acting likes hoes the realest of realest of what i suppose surrounded by vultures crows i should let you know

{verse 3: solem la’core}
i’m a habitual smoker give me residual’s when i get lyrical
fabrics are full of the odor filling my
cup up with various chemicals and i can see that you hoes bra, gossip like b-tches these n-gga’s polemical set fire to the tree’s like spiritual rituals marry j give visual, spark fire like core packs i’m caught in the vortex so high a n-gga walk on clouds kush loud like ratchet b-tches a car full of ratchet b-tches the feds tryna turn a n-gga down, at the tip of the top like a teepee strap with a glock getting top from a cheap freak give her that d where swear she can’t walk for week now her whole squad want pt p-ssy n-gga you k!lling the vibe always asking what, when, who, and why that’s the reason i don’t smoke with n-gga’s because all of that talking just blowing my high, got a sack of thrax with the easter pink mix it with the purp now my double cup mix match got a pack in the trunk so loud you ain’t even got burn it make the fed’s call dispatch

- solem lacore

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