Testo High On Life - Giggs feat. Tiny Boost
Testo della canzone High On Life (Giggs feat. Tiny Boost), tratta dall'album High On Life (feat. Tiny Boost)
So high on life
She's tryna fuck me while he's tryna wife
And I'm 'bout to finalize this final fight (yeah)
Does she like me or these shining lights?
I don't trust 'em
I don't trust these bitches
I don't judge 'em
I'm just superstitious
But I'm too delicious
I'm just, drippy
Yeah, my suit be dripping
Please don't, touch me
'Cause I'm cute and ticklish
Ended '22
Yeah, the penny soon drop, better give me room
We gon' take over the top (top) very soon
Yeah, I'm comin' for them, then we move
Try to share it with them
Nah, they refused
If everybody hates
Who's Terry Cruz
Think he's black and white
Betty boo
Leave her pussy bruised up
Yeah, I bet you bruised
I'll just meet with booze
Maybe lay a settle, give it couple weeks then
I go grab that metal, I'm thinkin' 38
Yeah so, we can make it special
Even bring madman, he can grab a kettle
I put a filler where I buy, they been disrespectful
Bitch made niggas (nigga)
Probably wear still stilettos
I wonder what they're drinking
They probably like Prosecco
We could mop him up and
Just wash him out the ghetto
Soften that Cornetto
Tickled pink
They threw everything at us but the kitchen sink
We could make a phone call pulling different strings
Niggas make me sick
Man these bitches cringe
All we do is win, you know it goes bang once it hits the pin
I can put the shusha run it, you all hear a thing
Goin' against a gang like pissing in the wind
Don't bulletproof your vest, bulletproof your skin
I'm a picture youngin', left that boy with free shots in his pickled onion
Can't get to you then fuck it, we might crip your cousin
We might grip your brother, they won't see it coming
They better dip for cover
They best duck and dive
Can't get him by the morning, get him done by night
Big hammers over here, ain't no hunting knives
They just slumped him, yeah they touched him twice
Then they jumped on bikes
We destroyed them, we lift them in point 'em
Bitch niggas now they're on the streets spillin' poison
Little duck niggas we should dip them in
When it comes to gangsta rap shit with, we the voices
Real nigga tapestry, deal with your casualty
If he a snake, he'll get clapped with the accuracy
Ah, I handle more straps than the amnesty
How the fuck you think they'll send me to Her Majesty's
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Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Daniel Lee Collins, Cameron Xavier Talley
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