
High Level Shit Emilio Rojas (Ft. Freeway)
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[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
I’m into cruisin' with bitches that’s into booze
And they interested in tattoos
And they smellin' like there’s a brewery
That’s slipped into they perfume and I love it
I’m into trouble, it ain’t around, I’mma seek it out
I’m like a cutter, I feel alive when I’m bleedin' out
I’m sittin' down to do business, I got chancletas on
Naked broads dance at the meetings, I’m finna smang ‘em all
I leave my kids in the tissue they wipe they make-up on
And if your mama raised a good girl, your mama raised you wrong My faith is gone, now all I believe in is money, money and money and money
Should I repeat it? Money
If what you see's what you get, then it ain’t a secret
You ain’t never gon’ be shit, why? You never seen shit
I ain’t facetious, I mean that I’m needin' lump sums
‘Cause I’mma give my kids the trust issues that come trust funds
These bitches see goin' down on me like a come-up
Wantin' all them problems money can buy except the drug ones
I’m done runnin', that don’t mean I’m done runnin' shit
I could take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit
Just wait, just wait a second man, any cash, I’mma double it
Until my album budget’s like petty cash in the government
I'll be album workin' like Halliburton was frontin' it
And you can tell I’m eatin', I’m out stuntin' with chubby chicks
I don’t wanna answer your calls, send me a fuckin' text
‘Cause I be cuttin' you off if you ain’t cuttin' checks
I’m into cruisin' with bitches that’s into booze
And they interested in tattoos
And they smellin' like there’s a brewery
That’s slipped into they perfume and I love it
I’m into trouble, it ain’t around, I’mma seek it out
I’m like a cutter, I feel alive when I’m bleedin' out
I’m sittin' down to do business, I got chancletas on
Naked broads dance at the meetings, I’m finna smang ‘em all
I leave my kids in the tissue they wipe they make-up on
And if your mama raised a good girl, your mama raised you wrong My faith is gone, now all I believe in is money, money and money and money
Should I repeat it? Money
If what you see's what you get, then it ain’t a secret
You ain’t never gon’ be shit, why? You never seen shit
I ain’t facetious, I mean that I’m needin' lump sums
‘Cause I’mma give my kids the trust issues that come trust funds
These bitches see goin' down on me like a come-up
Wantin' all them problems money can buy except the drug ones
I’m done runnin', that don’t mean I’m done runnin' shit
I could take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit
Just wait, just wait a second man, any cash, I’mma double it
Until my album budget’s like petty cash in the government
I'll be album workin' like Halliburton was frontin' it
And you can tell I’m eatin', I’m out stuntin' with chubby chicks
I don’t wanna answer your calls, send me a fuckin' text
‘Cause I be cuttin' you off if you ain’t cuttin' checks
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