Rittz - High Five | Текст песни

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[Hook] This is Rittz, White Jesus, Jonny Valiant is the alias x3
You ain't gotta tell him bitch, they know who the hell it is

[Rittz] Everybody lookin ever since they sayin where'd he come from? From the north side of Atlanta Tropicana Bubblegum in the blunt [bom bom bom] Beatin in the trunk, in the trunk cutaway straight Beatin like a tom tom, drum of a gun stump Feel the cocaine, now that's when it Come up on us like a bullet see us fly by Snapback full of buddha and a cooler full of high life

Well you ain't yet! Let me dive in that Fro like a retro porn star Pocket fulla money and I gotta go to

Now I'm at a four-star Restaurant, eatin foie gras Waiter comin to the table, sayin voila La la, tastin like key lime pie You can probably smell the weed when we ride by Then it's back to the crib, back with a bitch, back in Gwinnett And I'm buzzin in my bee hive high So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic, he's sci-fi

Live from ya playlist, in ya iPod It's Rittz in this bitch can I get a high five?

[Hook]

[Rittz]

Plus a motherfucker represent Slumerican Wolf passed me the torch, course I'mma carry it

Finger her inside the theater and get some brain until I'm feelin like Einstein Why my, pleasure I be at the party, cuttin lines on the dresser Get a bitch high and undress her

when I touch her,

yessir Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing thing Homie my neck piece

swing swing Anybody wanna try and test me ding ding Swingin on em like I'm in a wrestling ring ring

You don't really wanna fuck with Rittz then boy Blow another kiss to them bitches, mmmwa

If they only knew how much time has gone by

Can I get a high five?

[Hook]

[Rittz]

til my fists
swole

Haters lookin mad because I exploded

Got these bitches in they

Ridin 85 strapped like the Cisco kid Want a sack, meet me where the cit-go is Money stacked, can't get the shit folded

I got my swisher

I'm bout to fill it with some killer get a whiff of this

Still reppin Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous

Got a cutie smellin fruity like an apple orchard Bout to torch it up, and you can tell by the smell I'm high Everybody wishin me well - likewise Represent the clientele, can I get a high five?

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