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• Artiste: Fred The Godson
• Titre: High Enough
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(Hook) You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go I got money to make I could show you right in front of yo face I gotta go Ya know that rod here Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here (Verse) It’s the Raekwon cheffin, OTD in trappin Trap house guarded, too dope man Chevy Weather white, aha, whatever preference Left the court I cooked for my work as a reference Stacks tall as walls, I’m talking Snow White Knock a half a key off on a slow night Get a nigga to beat off, get that dough nice You get nervous at times, I hope it goes right When I bake it’s moist, soft spoken But like Barry White I’m still half basin my voyage I could tell you what a grand, what a O, what a hoe cost Tell by my pictures, old Cuban lacrosse Connect Ruben, black Buick lacrosse Get back to what we doin, well of course Shit, I’m a wizard with it, why? Really, I’m never off Blizzard outside, now why you aksin for shorts? (Hook) You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go I got money to make I could show you right in front of yo face I gotta go Ya know that rod here Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here (Verse) My get too strong, ref calling, 3 seconds You been stepping on that key too long It first started with crack then the team got on I’m the head of the pack, I can’t leave you nah My uncle caught a brick, for 3 thou damn Most of yous pop racks, I rather tee fowl can Getting money all fun, they wanna be our man These niggas was all sons, Boris Dial fans Then they started snitchin, a well reward We had chops in the street like the scales above Was absence of school, that’s what they found me for Didn’t snitch, got shot, what you tell me for? Now back to my point ball We moving real weight and doin point fucks Lot of money to make, I want it all fool You just assign me a quarter, no stumble (Hook) You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go You can’t get high enough That’s why I supply the stuff I gotta go I got money to make I could show you right in front of yo face I gotta go Ya know that rod here Let me count it all first, make sure it’s all here