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High Explosive - DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz
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High Explosive DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz

High Explosive - DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz
Get fucking smoked
Smoked nigga

[Verse 1]
Ayo
It's the high explosive (Uh huh)
Buy and fry your mind with a dosage
If I go they nose drip, fold and dope-sick
Yo forever po-po can blow dick (Fuck ’em)
I squeeze the can' to Uncle Sam for Sandra Bland, on some free smoke shit
My lifestyle wild illegal slash slightly woke
With a splash of punch you in your mouth fast, like a Floyd jab (Uh huh, yeah)
Your arms too short to box, B
I only like her if she pretty, hot, thick and knock-knee
Freak like Roxy
Seen who dreams die from gangbanging and oxies
Envious eye idiots with palms on they pistol grips
If you lit, it's smart for you to act like you ain’t got shit (Stay low)
Play it lowkey like Fritz and reap the benefits
These niggas, they be bootleg, don't keep it 10 Benjamins (Frauds)
They love you more, when your body boxed in your grave plot
Earn my spot, this ain't fall out the sky like a rain drop (Nah)
Been through it, highs and lows, college and cocaine spots
These niggas copyin', tryna do the shit that I be on
They just some low frequency, fool-fraudulent, maricóns
Word to mommy, me and Muggs cooked the bomb to body y'all (Body y'all niggas)
Kamikaze how I popped it off, this the hottest sauce
Niggas talkin' like they poppin', not at all (Nah)
You cut from a novice cloth
I pop you, slide off then scream "mazel tov" (Ha ha)
Congratulations, for cash I left your mask gaping (Brap)
I’m him, Iceberg Slim with a splash of Jason
I’m the illest, none of you fags adjacent (None of y'all)
Nah, not even close, I got it all like Inspector Gadget coat
Rap and trap, move the music like a bag of coke
Fiend the world the fuck out for the cash we gross, nigga (Fuck outta here)
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