Vertaling: American High Five. Smaak van de zwakke.
Vertaling: American High Five. Duizeligheid.
high five anxiety, high five anxiety, don't raise your hand don't look at me, high five anxiety, high five anxiety, i'm not your bro and i'll never be
, hey this is how we play When we roll up to da club, high sittin' on 20 treys Hop out like we fabulous, top models grabbin' us They love dem go gettas, only in America
clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by I?ma slide by sippin on that high life and my slippers jack triple where my five
livin' like they gon' die With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by Gasoline five dollars,
Yo no lies When I was five I arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on
like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin' to lay the law on us They want us in jails with bails too high to bond but am I the Don? Shit
the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five
Some like her with a candy, some with a pearl Me I like her longer with a five twenty swirl Im a ghetto rich nigga so I stay dropping cash She high maintance
' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school
of rage And everybody's high on something Run, see Jack run With all the little piggies in a row They come, They go Does anyone five a damn Who I am
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls
5 star bitch, if ya credit score high and ya nails stay fly, ya juice box wet Nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star bitch (4x) I want a five star bitch
white boys doing it, well, it's success When I start doing, well, it's suspect Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money America's five centuries
who's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Ghostface Killah] Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes Glide on beats, and we high
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A high
