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Testo High Horse - Ty Wild

Testo della canzone High Horse (Ty Wild), tratta dall'album High Horse

Yo, I'm back, bitch, yeah, ay, yeah
It's the madman of the north back on his High Horse
Half of you rappers ass, I half-ass it and thrive more
Peeped snakes in the grass, have to grab me a lawn mower
Since I been getting cheddar and these rats finna lie more
Yo, I said, "it's fuck love", catch me macking with side whores
Just poked and ghosted some bitch that you'd actually die for
Replace her chiropractor, I been cracking her spine more
Thought she was yours? Slide a dime bag and she mine, dawg
Back in divine form - crossed mе on some crucifixion shit
Answers for anything, unless you asking what my limit is
Road to succеss is feeling frictionless
I breeze past they dreams fast
All while kicking back and acting ignorant
Ain't giving shits, balling - this a long game of pickup
I don't think, I just shoot like winging rock, paper, scissors
Y'all faking symptoms, claiming sick till y'all play the victim
Angle the piece at a square chest like I played a Bishop
Bitch, I hit like rum punches, the nitty gritty to when I'm rhyming
Get it popping often like to the ceiling, the pillies piling
Fly kid in oversized fits, I feel like Billie Eilish
I keep it chill and even still, he wildin'
Money can't buy happiness?
But I got a million problems, bet a milli solve em
Stealing thotties said I'd quit the calling, but she still be dialing
You g's imposters, like lasagna, being really silent
Strap to the back of they hat like they ain't find a fitted stylish
Said "he really childish" cause he speaking improper
In the streets or the sheets, pussies sweet as piña coladas
Speeding by cops, give a freak if I'm caught, put D in they daughters
I'll tear em up like Wolverine and Baraka, concealing choppers
Opps thinking they Frogger, drive-by, believing they dodging
Seen em and shot a round deep in they top like drinking Ciroc
I'm a self-taught sonner of rappers
Ain't needed a father to teach me shit
Promised momma, she brought up a decent kid
But skipped class cause they ain't taught me to not be a piece of shit
Biggest lie I heard from a thot was, "I'm not finna cheat on him!"
Bet she probably just plead the fifth cause he opting to be a bitch
My pockets is really thick cause I don't run from my problems
It's "run ya pockets" when I run up, before you run out of options
Said, "life a bitch", aim to the top when you come from the bottom
It ain't a problem if some money can't solve it, that's on God, bitch



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Writer(s): Kelly Ty
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