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Just tell me how high you are I don't know, what are you giving me? Just tell, just tell everyone how high you are No, I can't talk, I'm not telling anyone I'm not telling anyone Can you please- Are you recording me? No I'm not, can you just- You are lying Can you please tell them? I-I can't describe it, I am so high That's it, it's like I'm tripping (Yeah, Yeah, Wolfpack) Puerto Rican Air Force 1's at the wedding I'm only speaking truth Uh, I might open up for Bruce My own horn I don't really mean to toot Sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves It's safe to say your boy done came up Too much lobster on the plane The plane won't stay up Bitch I'm butt naked layed up Yo, what the fuck (Wolfpack) This dick'll make an R&B chick write a song Letras de cancionesAbout the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes And how she always wakin' up alone And now Bronson gotta call Tyrone Fuck that, I'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon Until my mind start racing like zoom I'm hotter than when Bow Wow dropped in the Summer Girls scream and I hop into the Hummer like Uh, I'm a teenage heartthrob You smoke little blunts, like Kevin Hart's arms My bloodline predate Aardvark and large shark And cookin' flesh off of charred bark (Wolfpack) I shot dope before I wrote this Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean This is Blue Chips 7 not Usher Big muskets get squeezed like mustard And mother fuckers flee off in the Nissan They say that life is like a see-saw I roll solo, why I got these extra seats for? Hit eject watch him free fall Better use both fucking feet dog Yeah, yeah, yeah Bam Bam, Blue Chips 7 My Blue Heaven From Letras Mania