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    Juicy J – Malia OG [2018]

    Künstler:
    Juicy J

    [Intro]
    After five, the day ends and the night begins
    After five, when one starts to [?]
    After five, the cities come alive, after five

    [Chorus]
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby

    [Verse 1]
    I’m a dog like Snoop, don’t stop smoke it all like Snoop
    That’s all I do, if one don’t cut it, I’ll roll me two
    I might pour me a deuce, double cup, double cross, Jesus
    Big Xans, big purp, nothin’ new, I’m high, no lie, that’s true
    That ain’t no dope, baby hit this, this that tree, no Chrismas
    This that kill, no witness, where did I get it from? Nigga, mind your business
    Smoke all night, no limit, gas so strong, can’t finish
    You think you smokin’ that Cali weed but this here somethin’ different

    [Chorus]
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby

    [Verse 2]
    Smokin’ out pourin’ up drink all in my cup
    One more pill two more drinks and oh you wanna fuck
    If I wasn’t rappin’ i’d still be rich as fuck
    I’d still be smokin’ out my brains, I’d still be lit as fuck
    No Wraith but you lookin’ at a star tho
    LA, I ball like Lonzo, make a call tell ’em drop it off pronto
    Roll a whole zip in a fronto, QP every week what I run through
    Smokin’ dope like the kind like your uncle
    Shit will put you on your ass like a 1-2
    Blue cheese, what I spend when I thumb through
    I be on the moon on the regular
    Smoke hit like a shroom, no regular
    I’m so high, no service on my cellular
    I ain’t got to pick ’em up they mailin’ ’em
    Man I got so much you’d think I’m sellin’ it
    I just tell ’em I’m just inhalin’ it
    Smoke with me, get higher than you’ve ever been
    Stoned angel like it’s heaven sent

    [Chorus]
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby
    Smoke like I’m in Haiti, in the back of my Mercedes
    Get higher baby, get higher baby
    Get higher baby, this that fire baby

    [Outro: 2Pac]
    After five….
    “Ask somebody, ask ’em, ask somebotay. This how it is. I’m the type of muthafucka that gotta have my own. I got to hustle for my own, and any man out there got to feel me. It ain’t about milkin’ off the next man, that’s a muthafuckin’ hoe. I’m a muthafuckin’ pimp. I’m finna come up on my own. I’ma get my own sack. I don’t wanna be nobody’s worker all my life. I want my own muthafuckin’ kilo. You understand me? So that’s what I did. Chaka a hustler, and I’m a hustler. So everybody understand it. Ain’t no one man gon’ stand in one spot forever. That’s a sucka! I’m a hustler, I’ma come up.”


    Künstler:
    Juicy J


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