Kankan - We Get High lyrics
[Kankan - We Get High lyrics]
(Keep it up, Sharkboy) (Ha, yeah, uh huh)
Yeah, ha, ayy (Uh, uh huh)
Yeah, uh (Uh, huh) yeah, uh huh
Yeah, Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my bitch
She rock Number Nine
Ayy, nigga try to run down
Draco hit him in his spine (Yeah)
Nigga tried to test his luck
Like why would you try? (Damn)
He a dead guy
(Yeah) , put him in the sky (Yeah)
We get high as fuck, yeah, we get stupid high
Uh, we get super high, yeah, we get super fly
(Yeah)
Yeah, they like, "How he did that?" (Yeah)
Ran up all that money up
Forgot to pay my damn taxes (Ha)
Ride around with them sticks when we in Texas
(Yeah)
Your ho on my dick, so stop that damn flexing
(Ha) yeah, bitch I keep that-
Ain't no damn wrestling (Yeah)
Still fucking on my ex-ho
Ain't learn my damn lesson (Yeah)
And my mama know I'm up as fuck
Know they thought this shit was luck (Ha)
Nigga what I look like?
Dropping a damn deluxe (Yeah)
And I got extended mag
That bitch in my tux' (Yeah)
Copped my ho some new Rick
(Yeah) , he copped his ho some Chucks
And she like, "What the fuck?"
I could fuck his bitch 'cause
He lame as fuck (Lame as fuck)
I could take his ho 'cause he broke as fuck
(Broke as fuck)
Nigga, he broke as fuck 'cause
He don't do enough (Do enough)
Nigga, I'm up as fuck, yeah
'cause I do enough (Do enough)
And I'm in that Trackhawk
With that Uzi tucked
Rino in that Trackhawk with a groupie ho
Ha, uh, yeah, huh, groupie ho
Huh, yeah, groupie ho
Ha, Trackhawk, nigga with a groupie ho
Yeah, ha, ayy (Uh, uh huh)
Yeah, uh (Uh, huh) yeah, uh huh
Yeah, Chanel, not no Chrome Hearts, my bitch
She rock Number Nine
Ayy, nigga try to run down
Draco hit him in his spine (Yeah)
Nigga tried to test his luck
Like why would you try? (Damn)
He a dead guy
(Yeah) , put him in the sky (Yeah)
We get high as fuck, yeah, we get stupid high
Uh, we get super high, yeah, we get super fly
(Yeah)
Yeah, they like, "How he did that?" (Yeah)
Ran up all that money up
Forgot to pay my damn taxes (Ha)
Ride around with them sticks when we in Texas
(Yeah)
Your ho on my dick, so stop that damn flexing
(Ha) yeah, bitch I keep that-
Ain't no damn wrestling (Yeah)
Still fucking on my ex-ho
Ain't learn my damn lesson (Yeah)
And my mama know I'm up as fuck
Know they thought this shit was luck (Ha)
Nigga what I look like?
Dropping a damn deluxe (Yeah)
And I got extended mag
That bitch in my tux' (Yeah)
Copped my ho some new Rick
(Yeah) , he copped his ho some Chucks
And she like, "What the fuck?"
I could fuck his bitch 'cause
He lame as fuck (Lame as fuck)
I could take his ho 'cause he broke as fuck
(Broke as fuck)
Nigga, he broke as fuck 'cause
He don't do enough (Do enough)
Nigga, I'm up as fuck, yeah
'cause I do enough (Do enough)
And I'm in that Trackhawk
With that Uzi tucked
Rino in that Trackhawk with a groupie ho
Ha, uh, yeah, huh, groupie ho
Huh, yeah, groupie ho
Ha, Trackhawk, nigga with a groupie ho