Highed Up lyrics

by

DOM KENNEDY


[Intro]
Uhh. Yeahh
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f*cked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up

[Verse]
f*ck all that sh*t you talk
You ain't got no Byzantine chain
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
b*tches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the f*ck up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this sh*t going how we planned it
Less a couple n*ggas though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hoes
Spread love is the Jet way
All day, me and my b*tch ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real n*ggas from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't f*ck with 'em
That's why I don't f*ck with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever f*ck with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well f*ck n*ggas
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill n*gga season
Real n*ggas eatin', scrap
Get the scraps if we leave em
Yeah
[Hook]
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f*cked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f*cked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my b*tches get highed up
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