I drive the daytona and i tinted the windows

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I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me» (What? Roll ten, what?)

I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me» (What? What? What? Roll ten)

I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)

I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What? Let’s go)

I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (High), woah (Yeah)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah, woah (Yeah)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)

I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)

I’m way too high (Yeah, woah)

Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah)

It’s the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)

I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)

I’m ’bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)

Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)

I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scrеam, suck it)

I don’t drive R8s, I don’t like those (Woah, huh, chop it and slidе)

I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)

Can’t fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)

I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)

She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)

She a rockstar (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Let’s go)

The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)

The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)

Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)

Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)

Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih’, who?)

Can’t trust no bitch (What? Bih’, bih’), can’t trust these niggas (Bih, bih’)

Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)

In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)

I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)

I been thinkin’ ’bout it (Been thinkin’ ’bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)

She don’t cook, she don’t clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)

I don’t even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don’t even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)

I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, «Good shit» (Slatt, what?)

I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)

I’m ’bout to pour up some red (Red)

And shawty gon’ roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon’)

And shawty gon’ roll up some shit (Slatt)

I’m ’bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon’ roll up some shit (What?)

I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me» (Alright, what?)

I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me» (What? What? What?)

I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)

I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? Slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? Slatt, slatt)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Blatt), woah (Yeah)

I’m way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)

I’m way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)

I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), woah, woah, woah (What?)

I’m way too high (What? What? What?)

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I’m
so
high,
man,
I
can’t
even
feel
shit

I
told
my
boy,
«Go
roll
like
ten
blunts
for
me»
(what?
Roll
ten,
what?)

I
told
my
boy,
«Go
roll
like
ten
blunts
for
me»
(what?
What?
What?
Roll
ten)

I’m
tryna
get
high
’til
I
can’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
What?
What?)

I’m
tryna
get
high
’til
I
can’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
What?
What?
Let’s
go)

I
could
fall
out
the
sky
and
I
still
won’t
feel
nothin’
(what?
What?
What?
Slatt,
slatt)

I
could
fall
out
the
sky
and
I
still
won’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
What?
What?)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
what?)
Woah
(high)
woah
(yeah)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
what?)
Woah,
woah
(yeah)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
what?)
Woah
(yeah)
woah
(yeah)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
yeah)
woah
(yeah)
woah
(yeah)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
woah)

Wake
up
(wake
up,
wake
up,
woah)

It’s
the
first
of
the
month
(slatt,
slatt,
slatt,
slatt)

I
brush
my
teeth
and
count
up
(what?
Slatt,
slatt,
slatt,
slatt,
woah)

I
let
my
bitch
roll
my
blunt
(woah,
slatt,
slatt)

I’m
’bout
to
dirty
my
cup
(woah,
yeah,
bitch,
woah,
woah,
what?)

Pour
up
some
lean
and
get
stuck
(pour
it
up,
pour
it
up,
pour
it
up,
what?)

I
make
her
scream
when
we
fuck
(slatt,
scream,
suck
it)

I
don’t
drive
R8s,
I
don’t
like
those
(woah,
huh,
chop
it
and
slide)

I
drive
the
Daytona
and
I
tinted
the
windows
(yeah,
skrrt)

Can’t
fuck
with
nobody
(what?)
Not
even
my
shadow
(yeah,
no
one)

I
got
on
Ed
Hardy
(what?
What?
What?
What?
What?)
She
got
on
stilettos
(what?)

She
my
best
friend
(what?
What?)

Yeah,
we
not
a
couple
(what?
What?)

She
a
rockstar
(what?
What?
What?)

She
a
sex
symbol
(what?
What?
What?
Let’s
go)

The
way
she
do
that
shit
(what?
What?
What?)

She
make
it
look
simple
(what?
What?)

The
way
she
do
that
shit
(what?
What?
What?)

She
make
it
look
simple
(what?
What?)

Baby,
tell
me
what
you
wanna
do
(yeah,
what?
Wanna
do)

Baby,
tell
me
everybody
you
screw
(yeah,
who?
Who?
Yeah)

Tell
me
everybody
you
took
to
this
room
(who?
Who?
Who?)

I
gotta
know
who
you
fuck,
fucked
in
this
room
(baby,
who?
Who?)

I
gotta
know
who
you
fucked
in
this
room
(yeah,
who?
Who?
Who?)

I
gotta
know
who
you
fucked
in
this
room
(bih’,
who?)

Can’t
trust
no
bitch
(what?
Bih’,
bih’)
can’t
trust
these
niggas
(bih,
bih’)

Yeah,
in
love
with
my
money
(what?
In
love
with
my
money)

In
love
with
my
pistols
(in
love
with
that
pistol)

In
love
with
my
bitch
(love
with
my
bitch)

I
think
she
my
bitch
(I
think
she
my
bitch)

I
know
she
suck
dick
(I
know
she
suck
dick,
blatt)

I
know
she
not
shit
(I
know
she
not
shit,
huh,
huh)

I
been
thinkin’
’bout
it
(been
thinkin’
’bout
it,
yeah,
yeah)

Finna
cut
off
that
bitch
(finna
cut
off
that
bitch,
what?
What?)

She
don’t
cook,
she
don’t
clean
(damn,
what?
What?)

But
she
want
Ruth
Chris
(slatt,
slatt)

I
don’t
even
like
to
hug
(to
hug,
hug)

I
don’t
even
like
to
kiss
(slatt,
slatt)

I
just
pat
her
on
the
ass
(what?
What?)
And
tell
her,
«Good
shit»
(slatt,
what?)

I
just
walked
in
my
pad
(slatt)
paparazzi
at
the
fence
(slatt)

I’m
’bout
to
pour
up
some
red
(red)

And
shawty
gon’
roll
up
some
shit
(what?
Slatt,
slatt,
and
shawty
gon’)

And
shawty
gon’
roll
up
some
shit
(slatt)

I’m
’bout
to
pour
up
some
red
(what?)
And
shawty
gon’
roll
up
some
shit
(what?)

I
told
my
boy,
«Go
roll
like
ten
blunts
for
me»
(alright,
what?)

I
told
my
boy,
«Go
roll
like
ten
blunts
for
me»
(what?
What?
What?)

I’m
tryna
get
high
’til
I
can’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
What?
What?)

I’m
tryna
get
high
’til
I
can’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
What?
Slatt)

I
could
fall
out
the
sky
and
I
still
won’t
feel
nothin’
(what?
What?
What?
Slatt,
slatt)

I
could
fall
out
the
sky
and
I
still
won’t
feel
nothin’
(woah,
what?
Slatt,
slatt)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
what?)
Woah
(blatt)
woah
(yeah)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
woah)
woah,
woah,
woah
(what?)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
woah)
woah,
woah,
woah
(what?)

I’m
way
too
high
(yeah,
yeah,
huh?)
Woah,
woah,
woah
(what?)

I’m
way
too
high
(what?
What?
What?)

I’m
so
high,
man,
I
can’t
even
feel
shit

Источник

[Intro]
What? What? What? What?
I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel shit

[Chorus]
I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me»
I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me»
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high

[Verse]
Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah)
It’s the first of the month
I brush my teeth and count up
I let my bitch roll my blunt
I’m ’bout to dirty my cup
Pour up some lean and get stuck
I make her scream when we fuck
I don’t drive R8s, I don’t like those
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows
Can’t fuck with nobody, not even my shadow
I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
She my best friend, yeah, we not a couple
She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple
Baby, tell me what you wanna do
Baby, tell me everybody you screw
Tell me everybody you took to this room
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
Can’t trust no bitch, can’t trust these niggas
Yeah, in love with my money, in love with my pistols
In love with my bitch, I think she my bitch
I know she suck dick, I know she not shit
I been thinkin’ ’bout it, finna cut off that bitch
She don’t cook, she don’t clean, but she want Ruth Chris
I don’t even like to hug, I don’t even like to kiss
I just pat her on the ass, and tell her, «Good shit»
I just walked in my pad, paparazzi at the fence
I’m ’bout to pour up some red
And shawty gon’ roll up some shit
And shawty gon’ roll up some shit
I’m ’bout to pour up some red, and shawty gon’ roll up some shit

[Chorus]
I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me»
I told my boy, «Go roll like ten blunts for me»
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high
I’m way too high

[Outro]
What? What? What?
I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel shit

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