Testo High Note - UnoDeuce
Testo della canzone High Note (UnoDeuce), tratta dall'album 2Face
Every time I'm out
They be looking with they eyes low
Probably mad that I left 'em on a high note
Soprano
Selling high then I buy low
When it comes to beef
I get in it like a gyno
Dark humor but the skin is albino
Rolling grass, I ain't goin outside though
Don't ever look for no meanings in my rhymes hoe
I just need a hook man
Fuck it what do I know
Every fucking body got a thought on how I made it
To me, they kinda sound jaded
Wanna dap me up or wish me happy belated
Tell me time is money
I say I already paid it
I got fat stacks, like the NASDAQ, check the market
Tell a girl to slide the CashApp if she farting
Logo Lillard with a belly like Harden
I just upgraded from the Walmart to the Target
Everybody coming out like
Who can spit the hardest
Feeling like I knew the answer ever since I started
Every flow I got, they try to jack it like a Starter
But I order drinks at any restaurant, I'm never carded
Forever regarded as like a Heavenly Father
I got a flow that'll make an ocean get jealous of water
I got the lines that'll wash up all your repetitive bars
And when it comes to the hoes
You know it's never a problem
Every time I'm out
They be looking with they eyes low
Probably mad that I left 'em on a high note
Soprano
Selling high then I buy low
When it comes to beef
I get in it like a gyno
Dark humor but the skin is albino
Rolling grass, I ain't goin outside though
Don't ever look for no meanings in my rhymes hoe
I just need a hook man
Fuck it what do I know
I slide through, catch a vibe too, pay attention
A shy dude up in high school, sat detention
I'd like to introduce myself up in your iTunes
Spotify too, 'bout to give you all a lesson
There's a whole lotta people that's tryna tell me what's coming
And I been sipping Andre
No I ain't talking bout Drummond
Me and this tramp on lean
No I ain't talking bout jumping
And I'm defending my court
No I ain't talking bout summons
I got a new girl from Philly and she a freak on the low
I told her cook me some dinner
She said I'm eating her toes
I got the piggies on lock
I got 'em deep in my throat
If you got something to say
Ain't nothin freer than smoke
I got a major addiction when it comes to spanking a fatty
If you got ass and a bedroom
Send me the date and the addy
She got the genes of a goddess
She got the face of a baddy
She got an ass like a major leaguer I'm thanking her daddy
Every time I'm out
They be looking with they eyes low
Probably mad that I left 'em on a high note
Soprano
Selling high then I buy low
When it comes to beef
I get in it like a gyno
Dark humor but the skin is albino
Rolling grass, I ain't goin outside though
Don't ever look for no meanings in my rhymes hoe
I just need a hook man
Fuck it what do I know
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Writer(s): Christopher Hancock
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