lirik lagu chito rana$ – stay high
[verse 1: chito rana$]
uuh
mmm
yeah
stay high
okay
uuh
i was only 12 whippin’ coca in the kitchen
momma walked in, then she started h~lla tripping
¿qué estás haciendo?
i’ma go and get it
i’ma buy you anything you want and dont forget it
a white house and a truck on 26s
shotty on my leg it got me walkin’ like i’m pimpin’
i want a porsche i ain’t tripping if its black
a morenita where her booty h~lla fat
a pretty b~tch but, she better have some class
a brick of coke so i could break it on the glass
puro marijuana got me rollin’ out a backwood
i’m f~cking on a white b~tch, inside of a classroom
[hook: chito rana$]
just stop you the type to call the cops
i’m the kind to keep on beefing ’til i see a body drop
you was snitching on the homies, you was cooling with the opps
wе should chop your f~ckin’ head so we could send it to thе opps
i’m not a rapper i’ma mothaf~ckin’ g
a honda i’m in need thats where i mothaf~ckin’ be
model 65 i got it poking out my jeans
6 shots what you mean? i could hit ’em with like 3
got ’em twitching like a zombie bust a move to billy jean
its a thriller not a k!ller but i swear that i could be
the only thing i smoke is og
chilling with a pretty hyna f~ck her to some oldies
[verse 2: chito rana$]
uuh huuh
that’s right
i ain’t done yet
hold on
uuh huh
you see im 23 with this glock 23
10 round mag will make a motherf~cker lean
a hollow tip will make his f~cking liver bleed
he don’t wanna die he just really wanna breath
you see im good with the aim thats the family
i’m f~cking on they b~tches so i think thats why they mad at me
im bagging up the dough with a full scope, right beside of me
i’m feeling like my pops
these vatos wanna murder me
trapping out the telly, got a shooter on the balcony
wake with two pretty b~tches and they making love to me
kissin’ on my neck while she whisper that shes into me
i wanna keep living this life until they k!ll me
dear god, i wonder can you save me?
i got a feeling that the cops is watching my moves lately
i got a feeling that the homies snitching too
so everywhere i go i gotta keep a gun or 2
god d~mn this world is getting colder
so i gotta raise my babies tough like a soldier
and 1 shot to my head our beefs over
so im peeking out the window rifle on my shoulder
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