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High five High five High five Tell 'em bitch This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch They know who the hell it is 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 donk cutaway Straight beatin' like a tom-tom drum or a gun stump Feel the cocaine that I snorted Come on buddy, shut up when you see us fly by Snapback full of buddha and a cooler full of Highlife Somebody gimme high five Letras de cancionesJeremy Scott Adidas on my feet, they got the biggest pinky ring You ever seen upon a white boy's hand White boy going ham, y'all wearing tight jeans Going glam, going going going damn Got 'em buzzin' in the club like boing boing blam Like a fat couple fuckin' in a Dodge Ram Cup fulla Crown, who drunk as I am? (I am!) You ain't yet! Let me dive in That fro like a retro porn star Pocket fulla money, I don't gotta go to Coinstar Now I'm at a four star Restaurant, eatin' foie gras Waiter comin' to the table, sayin' voilà 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 I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine Kick shit like a Kung Fu flick, hi-ya 'Bout to go down on this bitch, sky dive Live from ya playlist, in ya iPod It's Rittz in this bitch, can I get a high five? This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch They know who the hell it is High five High five High five Yela put me on the elevator goin' up Any rapper steppin' to me on the mic I'mma bury him I ain't scared of bein' arrogant, never gets Hard, but these bars hard like a barbarian Plus a motherfucker represent Slumerican Wolf passed me the torch, course I'mma carry it Now I'm in the limelight, I might take a hoe to see Twilight 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 Have her on the bed sceamin OMG like I'm Usher when I touch her Yessir Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing thing Homie I just wanna see my neck piece swing swing Anybody wanna try and test me, ding ding Swingin' on 'em like I'm in a wrestling ring ring Kill a motherfucka like I'm Chris Benoit You don't really wanna fuck with Rittz then boy Blow another kiss to them bitches, muah Have 'em screamin "Oh Lord" like a Christian choir Man I'm finally on fire If they only knew how much time has gone by I got Crown up in my Styrofoam I'm Poppin' X pills and I'm rollin' like a Firestone tire Can I get a high five? This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch They know who the hell it is High five High five High five Rittzo go schizo when I'm sippin' on the Cristal Swingin' like I'm Klitschko 'til my fists swole Fuck around and I'mma split yo wig Haters lookin' mad because I exploded They was hopin' I would never get noticed I don't think I've ever seen my dick so big Got these bitches in they thongs like Sisqó did In my '64 smokin' San Francisco shit 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 Kill a motherfucker then I dispose his Dead body, bury him beneath a bed of roses Mel Gibson bitch, I got my swisher lit I'm 'bout to fill it with some killer, get a whiff of this Pimp shit like fish and grits Gwinnett County where they found me In the valley of the crystal meth Hello... good mornin' Still sippin' coke with the Captain Morgan Still reppin' Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous Gotta a closet full of Pradas, Air Max and Jordans 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 Clintel, can I get a high five? This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five This is Rittz, White Jesus Jonny Valiant is the alias High five You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch They know who the hell it is High five High five High five From Letras Mania