a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de good times - swizz beatz

Loading...

i get high, i get high, i get high, i get high
i get high, i get high, i get high, i get high
i get high on your memory
high on your memory, high on your memory

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high, high

everyday i need an ounce and a half
s.p., the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half
listen kid, i need a mountain of cash
so i could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave

i get high ’cause i’m in the hood, the guns is around
it take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbled me now
and i’d rather roll somethin’ up, ’cause if i’m sober, dog
i just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin’ up

i get high as a kite, i’m in the zone, all alone
motherf-cker case, i’m dyin’ tonight
so i roll ’em up, back to back, fat as i could
you got beef with styles p, i come to splatter the hood

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high, high

aiyyo, i smoke like a chimney
matter of fact i smoke like a gun when a killer see his enemy
i smoke like bob marley did, add to that
that i smoke like the hippies did back in the 70’s

spit with the finishin’ touch, get this, that
i’ma finish you before i finish the dutch
i get high like the birds and the planes
i get high when bullets h-t faces after words exchanged

i get a rush off the blood on the walls, you understand?
like the m-5 pedal when it’s touchin’ the floor
i get high ’cause f-ck it, what’s better to do?
and i’ma never give a f-ck, that’s right ’cause i’m better than you

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high, high

i’ma smoke till my lungs collapse, i’m from a era where
n-gg-z ’cause terror over guns and crack
where a dollar bill is powerful, i smoke weed ’cause
time seem precious and i know what a hour do

high for a livin’, gots to ride for a livin’
with my real gangsta n-gg-z that’ll die for a livin’
sh-t, i get as high as i could, ’cause if you see things
like i see things that i’ma die in the hood

motherf-cker, understand it’s full service to you
i don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue
and you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
this is s.p., dump it in you, b-tch, i get high

i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
i get high, high, high, high
…

- swizz beatz

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...