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GILLIE DA KID FT. BEANIE SIGEL & JAI SUN lyrics : "Blow My High"


Listen!
Before you bring the bull%#@! over here

Let it just roll up? real quick
Clear my senses
you know I've made the best out of any situation

Please don't come here blowing my high off

Between the weed and the liquor

and the cars, and the ice and the women
And 'em flights to 'em long Vegas nights.
!@^%, stay dripping with them Gucci on

(*##$es in Louis Vuitton when your money? the groupies on.
Move along, I don't need 'em
I ain't even bragging !@$@

I didn't?. more hoes, than you could imagine, !@$@
A pull up to the traffic light to see the? money's on my appetite
I'm in the streets chasing in

You !@$@s faking it, I'm trying to get?
I've been chasing money, homie, I'm don't chase a (*##$
But they chase?

?twenty four seven, always on my grind
So that mean that moonlight is always on my mind
Spend a pretty a penny on the shine, got a quarter mil

? I need a little time, baby girl, go!

Chorus:

Please girl, don't blow my high
Let me count this paper!
All my life I knew that I'll be major!


Yeah, you see I came from the ghetto, then I rose from the ba!@&(t
To the top floor condo, a lot of champagne wasted.

Follow women, embrace them with the ?
If they're $#&@ing good enough, if they got a chance to stay alive replace them like?
?is a distant memory

I have them crying like?
I blow plenty tree
Fifty women in my condo, a hundred pretty legs like a?

All I do is talk people? and call it Dark Vader
These !@$@s guessed up like a?
All my !@$@s in the streets doing?

At these rappers I just laugh, talking about a slap,
they ain't never had a tap,
Lil momma, please chill!

Gotta count a hundred thousand in this all small bills, so

Chorus:

Please girl, don't blow my high
Let me count this paper!
All my life I knew that I'll be major!


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