by on you I get high on you (I get high) I, I get by on you (Get high) I get by on you (Get high) I get high on you (Get high) Sunshine slipping through
Превод: Лек удар. High On You.
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more
the flicks, would you be all on my dick? When we fuckin', you let a nigga call you bitch. When you suckin', what make you swallow all of my shit? Shoulda treated you
's you Won't you like to keep an eye on me? I know you like to keep an eye on me Keep an eye on me, but if you want it got to let it be I know you dream
I could make you a celebrity overnight You see, see baby girl You see how you make a brother break down I just gotta ask you, what you need What you
go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh It ain't my fault your ass is on the
Hajj Malik Shabazz High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was And if you too powerful, you
got a receipt Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh
even call my girlfriend "Man," 'cause I'm hip Every Saturday night With my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on I'm gettin' my kicks Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on
probably smell Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo skids on
with his index finger flicks you on your socks I go high pitched He'll talk and make your voice sound high pitched Dread to think if he got you on your
whole world be fun It's all about y'all On the cover of men's And women's magazines Daytime, nighttime TV Shopping malls, wall to wall You've written everything You
House and Gotti click Bang like karate flicks Duck when the shotty spit Or land in a pile of **** Known to make you cowards bleed Smokin' on that Sour
Say ya look so good, you're so fine I'll take ya to my house, we'll spend some time I know you feel me, you need to find me And give me head while I'
put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it I spent a grip on it and girl the cuffs out here And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here You
intro- who are you (the question isnt who am i) (the question is where am i) I am da grime scene saver rudolf raver chicken eater t-high streeter glaze
along. Well, you asked for a chorus but you got a refrain. Yeah, its another sad song that moves like a train. You can't wistle to it but you can fast
