TERMANOLOGY

TERMANOLOGY - We Stay High lyrics

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[Hook]

My block stay high, guap stay high

You could tell I’m high, by the look in my eyes

Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high

I sell coke and sell weed to get by

Round stay fly, b steak fine

All over the scene, and scream and get live

You know me, got them blood shot eyes

No reason to keep a disguise I get high

I’m a skyrider, no airplanes,

I’m a fly rider, skype sex rotten neck roll

Futuristic sci fi

Big boy cabs, like moms and alcoholic type rider

Turn bitches on, no cuts, I’m a wildfire

West side of californication, I’m a best sider

Pissed on your bitch, adam’s apple, now it’s just cider

In wider, static wise thrown, it’s classic

We create hip hop word to mister magic

I’m from doctor jekyl to mister hyde

So mister hide he thinks to ride

My papi feel like hip hop got too flossy

I put a rapper in a wheel chair like the grassi

Animal, cannibal, hannibal lector

Mechanic inorganic, coronical congection

Listen, when god speak, you mean tormented

Fuck studio thugs, I’m a skinny jeans biggen nigga

[Hook]

My block stay high, guap stay high

You could tell I’m high, by the look in my eyes

Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high

I sell coke and sell weed to get by

Round stay fly, b steak fine

All over the scene, and scream and get live

You know me, got them blood shot eyes

No reason to keep a disguise I get high

A pimp since I mount everest

I treat a bitch pussy like a transecest

Diamonds and furs, rubies

Overseas money, indian rupees

Lady squares with the truth, that’s my fucking duty

Lizard on my shoulder, snake through my belt loose

And I ain’t talking snakeskin I got alive

Cobra tile, let the tongue slit a break glass cut you with the sliffer

Mix martial arts, poison partial darts

Kill you all for hard, stop your hearts

Your blood pressure’s the only way, you top the charts

Flow voga, dick crime, beat the case, white border

Got away clean, feling sunder

Or maybe, call me casey, anthony, antropologist

Acknowledge this, I went solo dave hollister

Polisher, abolish you with the silencer

Put holes in you like a calendar

Any date on the calendar

[Hook]

My block stay high, guap stay high

You could tell I’m high, by the look in my eyes

Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high

I sell coke and sell weed to get by

Round stay fly, b steak fine

All over the scene, and scream and get live

You know me, got them blood shot eyes

No reason to keep a disguise I get high

Hey yo, my dog 7 30, whip 7 40

Sold 40000 records, still sippin 40’s

Money can’t change me, chain still goldy

I shut down every club, call me 40-40

Got 40 shorties, down to get naughty

Life of the party, in everybody story

Cake standtee, got trees in my leaves

Got trees like the leaves, blowin piff in the breeze

wise came in the mink, rise in the low low

With a couple white girls, looking like coco

Took a couple kims, brought them to my dojo

Slammed them on the mat, then put them in the cho cold

Ladies call me a freak, fellows call me awesome

Cause I write records bout menages and foursomes

Lebrons and the forces, jayz man I got em all

That’s why the crib stay looking like the mall

[Hook]

My block stay high, guap stay high

You could tell I’m high, by the look in my eyes

Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high

I sell coke and sell weed to get by

Round stay fly, b steak fine

All over the scene, and scream and get live

You know me, got them blood shot eyes

No reason to keep a disguise I get high.

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