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letra de highs 4 low - yvng aj

oh you need some dope
i got highs for low
hold on

who that at my door
walk up with my pole
i don’t know you let it go
shoot you in yo head
had a white t-shirt at first made it carti whole lotta red

yo b-tch throw it back for me i break her back up in this b-tch
ima star up in that water feel like patrick in this b-tch
i can’t f-ck her in the trap house ain’t no mattress in this b-tch
jakes start knockin on my door what’s all that racket in this b-tch

12 they came to my house late at night they tryna f-ckin book me
folks pulled up by his self i was breaking his jaw no f-ckin cookie
you can overlook me b-tch ass n-gga but yo b-tch don’t overlook me
i’m way ahead this trap game n-gga i ain’t no f-ckin rookie
ain’t no n-gga gettin’ higher than me b-tch you ain’t my adversary
baby girl want me to eat that p-ssy that sh-t madly hairy
in the trap motherf-cka got drugs got yellow got white i ain’t talkin’ no dairy
n-gga tried to shoot he ain’t got no aim and b-tch ass missed he scary

n-ggas tried to take me out i was on 85th & cottage
i was gone to see my side hoe she be head and p-ssy poppin’
why when thots be givin’ neck they say that they don’t do this often
i don’t care about that sh-t lil b-tch just suck my d-ck no talkin’
anyway back to the story i came out they runnin’ up
never thought that sh-t would happen when this b-tch just sucked me up
runnin and i’m dodgin’ bullets in my head like what the f-ck
either n-ggas followed me or this b-tch just set me up

if she try to set me up ba erase her ass
i shoot all 3 of em hide the bodies won’t find the bags
n-ggas tryna take me out they schemin’ with these hoes
i turn yo skull into a sponge and fill it up with holes
i ain’t even tryna k!ll sh-t let the truth be told
n-ggas out here envious so you can’t trust a soul
knew i was gon be that n-gga since the birth of me
they tellin tales about the weight i push like hercules

oh you need some dope
i got highs for low
hold on
who that at my door
walk up with my pole
i don’t know you let it go
shoot you in yo head
had a white t-shirt at first made it carti whole lotta red

- yvng aj

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