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so high Video (MV)




Performed By: Crackgz Kye
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Kyeshaun Hunnicutt
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Crackgz Kye - so high Lyrics




Hey
I get high and get to thinkin
Said you love me, you don't Mean it

Being me, it ain't that easy
Everybody think I owe em Something
They just being greedy
Make me feel important
Wanna hear you say you need Me

Know I get in that mood
Won't give a damn bout if you Leave me
That's me tripping off them Perkys

I can't help, I get the tweaking
I can't help, I get so high
I get too scared to go to sleep
Got some anger built inside

I pull her hair and I go deep
We been had that nigga drop
We just been sparing him for Weeks
Nowadays, they hard to find

You gotta cherish, show a little Freak
I just walk in, get my money
She don't even care if I don't Speak
I'm probably smoking on your Brother while I'm rapping

I got it off the road
Mama know I wasn't no trapper
Nigga, I ain't going for none
You play with me, I get to Clapping

Thinkin about my past
I'm like, damn, what's moving Backwards
Now I be sitting in the crib
Just hearing juggs, phone be Slapping

You get what you want from me, Girl Just dig in and grab a baggie
Opp bitch tryna f*ck the kid
But I can't get this hoe to addy

Anytime we put one on the board
I bet it's closed casket
We so up on the I score
These niggas need to throw a Practice

Go and slide and quit the yapping
This ten milli, get to Barkin
Get to spittin, get it cracking
Damn, these shifters steady
Sticking to my fingers like magnets
Niggas cheating playing on Rookie
Do this shit on all Madden
I come home, tuck my heat

Then throw the bows in the Basket
I be f*cking with the tens, bro
We ain't f*cking with addys
You know them boys will come And kill you
Keep playing and laughing
I'm quarterbacking all these hoes
But I ain't throwing no passes
Hand her off to my little bro

You can't forget I just had her
That mean, dont fall in love with her
Even though she ain't average All These hoes the same they fall In love after I stab it
I knew the route to the plug
Me and Trell ain't need a Navi
Had to find another route

Cause the feds came and got him
Ain't doing shit for me
But you want me to move a Mountain
Crazy if I say no, I'm this and that

And now you pouting
I'm tryna crack some G's
I need the accounting and the Routting
I'm sitting here reminiscing

When they came to raid the Fountains
Bet I blow my heat when I catch T
I'm tryna foul him
Ain't no techs just ARP and Glock 19

To solve the problems
Ain't no text, just ARP and Glock 19
Mm-hmm
Ain't no text, just Glock 19

And ARP, to solve the problems
Mm-hmm
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English

Hey
I get high and get to thinkin
Said you love me, you don't Mean it

Being me, it ain't that easy
Everybody think I owe em Something
They just being greedy
Make me feel important
Wanna hear you say you need Me

Know I get in that mood
Won't give a damn bout if you Leave me
That's me tripping off them Perkys

I can't help, I get the tweaking
I can't help, I get so high
I get too scared to go to sleep
Got some anger built inside

I pull her hair and I go deep
We been had that nigga drop
We just been sparing him for Weeks
Nowadays, they hard to find

You gotta cherish, show a little Freak
I just walk in, get my money
She don't even care if I don't Speak
I'm probably smoking on your Brother while I'm rapping

I got it off the road
Mama know I wasn't no trapper
Nigga, I ain't going for none
You play with me, I get to Clapping

Thinkin about my past
I'm like, damn, what's moving Backwards
Now I be sitting in the crib
Just hearing juggs, phone be Slapping

You get what you want from me, Girl Just dig in and grab a baggie
Opp bitch tryna f*ck the kid
But I can't get this hoe to addy

Anytime we put one on the board
I bet it's closed casket
We so up on the I score
These niggas need to throw a Practice

Go and slide and quit the yapping
This ten milli, get to Barkin
Get to spittin, get it cracking
Damn, these shifters steady
Sticking to my fingers like magnets
Niggas cheating playing on Rookie
Do this shit on all Madden
I come home, tuck my heat

Then throw the bows in the Basket
I be f*cking with the tens, bro
We ain't f*cking with addys
You know them boys will come And kill you
Keep playing and laughing
I'm quarterbacking all these hoes
But I ain't throwing no passes
Hand her off to my little bro

You can't forget I just had her
That mean, dont fall in love with her
Even though she ain't average All These hoes the same they fall In love after I stab it
I knew the route to the plug
Me and Trell ain't need a Navi
Had to find another route

Cause the feds came and got him
Ain't doing shit for me
But you want me to move a Mountain
Crazy if I say no, I'm this and that

And now you pouting
I'm tryna crack some G's
I need the accounting and the Routting
I'm sitting here reminiscing

When they came to raid the Fountains
Bet I blow my heat when I catch T
I'm tryna foul him
Ain't no techs just ARP and Glock 19

To solve the problems
Ain't no text, just ARP and Glock 19
Mm-hmm
Ain't no text, just Glock 19

And ARP, to solve the problems
Mm-hmm
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Writer: Kyeshaun Hunnicutt
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