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letra de head high - yion

[chorus: btb jaylo]
stuffing racks up in my pocket and my jeans can’t hold ‘em up
gotta carry round the choppa in the back seat posted it
30 rounds already in it ian gotta load it up
head falling to the ground and i’m tryna hold it up

[verse 1: btb jaylo]
n-gga don’t play wit us, keep talking down and we pop up n-gga we dangerous
these n-ggas weird no we not friends n-gga u lame to us
yo shorty a fan we keep them bands she wanna hang wit us
you know we dangerous
n-gga we dangerous
i call up chick and he call gang and they gone bang wit us
i call up boosie and gone go he go insane for us
he call up leak and he gone come n-gga he gang to us
they got them goons and they gonе come n-gga they bang wit us
gotta get that brеad gotta get that chicken need it right now
watch how u talk all on dat bet you better pipe down
chicken my boy he from that raq yeah he from chi-town
i took they shorty now they all wanna fight now
but it’s okay just let em hate cuz we get to that money
[verse 2: yion]
tears running down my face, on the page where i cried
walking over red rivers, hope it ain’t my time
put my heart on the beat, on the stage ima shine
f-ck zodiac, getting paid is my sign
havin battles wit my brain, its a rage in my mind
heartless youngin, maybe ill change wit some time
nina blowin kisses, she tryna bang wit my nine
was meant to be a star, on the gang ima thrive
knew i made it when i was on planes in the sky
heard news about elaine, it rained from my eyes
wrote poems full of pain, and i never sang a lie
all these girls are the same, so ima stay up on my grind

- yion

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