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Grioten - HIGH 4LERT Lyrics



Grioten - HIGH 4LERT Lyrics
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[ Featuring Day$okee ]

I'll leave you dead on sight
High alert watch your back when we fight
Leave you in the mud when I get a taste of blood
I don't ever wanna stop all day all night
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth (Birth)
God damn, I don't want no f*cking bitch
Cause I came in the club with a muthaf*ckin stick (Ayy ayy)
Vendetta, i put you under weather
In the back seat of my cab I switch you on like I'm a lever
Im just tryna f*ck, not love, I don't wanna give in
Hit a f*cking milli, now I finna make a living
Swerve, swerve so fast ima smoke you like some chilli
Burned, burned my wrist, so I bought a Richard milli' (Richard milli')
There is no going back
You've changed things, forever
Then why did you want to kill me?
I don't want to kill you
What would I do without you?
No no, no, no you, you complete me
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth
Six feet under how you talkin me
Oh shit i'm king better run from the scene
Big bands big gats we gone pull up wit heat
Ak's lightweight cause you know I be sleep
On me on me I be smoking the green
King kush king kong I be hittin the weed
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy f*ckin bitches I be all in her mouth
Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy f*ckin bitches I be all in her mouth
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth
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I'll leave you dead on sight
High alert watch your back when we fight
Leave you in the mud when I get a taste of blood
I don't ever wanna stop all day all night
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth (Birth)
God damn, I don't want no f*cking bitch
Cause I came in the club with a muthaf*ckin stick (Ayy ayy)
Vendetta, i put you under weather
In the back seat of my cab I switch you on like I'm a lever
Im just tryna f*ck, not love, I don't wanna give in
Hit a f*cking milli, now I finna make a living
Swerve, swerve so fast ima smoke you like some chilli
Burned, burned my wrist, so I bought a Richard milli' (Richard milli')
There is no going back
You've changed things, forever
Then why did you want to kill me?
I don't want to kill you
What would I do without you?
No no, no, no you, you complete me
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth
Six feet under how you talkin me
Oh shit i'm king better run from the scene
Big bands big gats we gone pull up wit heat
Ak's lightweight cause you know I be sleep
On me on me I be smoking the green
King kush king kong I be hittin the weed
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy f*ckin bitches I be all in her mouth
Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy f*ckin bitches I be all in her mouth
Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me
I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm f*cking feeling down, I'll f*cking pop a f*cking perc
If you try to f*ck with me I'll f*cking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth
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Writer: David Alonso, Gabriel Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Identity Music Ltd

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Grioten - HIGH 4LERT Video
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Performed By: Grioten
Featuring: Day$okee
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: David Alonso, Gabriel Rivera

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