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Yeah, is Speezie Ace Black Bossalini
Fetty Chico,
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out
Cause if it for y'all, we wouldn't be real players

High, high, high, high, on
High, high, high, high, on
High, high,

We're comin' in with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds, flashin' red
My squad the SWAT team
Security scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means

Cream rules everythin, is power
die like a soldier than live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real
How ballers you know that you makin' scrill with?

Haters be actin' like the is gone
But ain't open they eyes
I've been spinnin' Dead Presidents since they was
like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get quick up because they cheap
We yay

Like a I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in thug shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches, thugs ain't average
Marks just give up all they

See the big fish eat up the
It's like big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my was a problem child
Robbin' banks I was juvenile

I told my PO I wouldn't get no
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my
And my girl, the world is pre-timers
for a player like me to get behind her high powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah playboy, players lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, powered
(Natural riders)

High, high, high, powered
(From the to the tomb)
High, high, high, powered
(We're about this, we at this)

High, high, high, high
(Immortalized, powered for life)
High, high, high, powered
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

High, high, high, high
(Energized them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high
(Move thugs)

My life is all women and money but the money come women
I'm a worldwide mob figure
Ain't no room for suckers duckin' the
Keep my strap on the side for the others that hate to us

Wanna be us, but they see us
From a womb to the tomb, I'm th-a-th-a-thugged out as a is
Born in a world of yay dealers
Pretty women dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and

Hit the front of St. Louis Times
High speed in Westside,
Felons felonies and got the ATF all on my jock
Bitches cussin' back and smilin' never stop

We gotta duck, see I'm callin' 4 or 5 ghetto names
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Ebonic
Sported a rim a BG original Bossalini
I'm tatted up thugged out bulletproofed a beanie

Where the at? Where the Eastside at?
Where the North, the South, where the Westside at?
We're 50 caliber players, mo' fools is
next to my marrow, killin' up streets with the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, been around '89
9, technism, thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's just too bad
I'm the killa Cali, Westside
we ridin' for cash, I'm high powered

High, high, high, powered
(Yeah, they tryin to kick the thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, powered
([Incomprehensible] ya smell me? They gon win)

High, high, high, powered
(They can't win, we're forever, they can't win)
High, high, high, powered
(Patna, they just win, we high powered)

High, high, high, high
(You ain't nothin but high cowards, 1999)
High, high, high, powered
(Peep Speezie Ace Bossalini)

High, high, high, high
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Immortalized)
High, high, high, powered

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