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heaven high - digitalsauce, bernard jabs & lilkarti lyrics

[intro: lilkarti]
digital sauce
let’s go

[chorus: lilkarti]
[?] i just keep on, no stopping with music
no, i cannot play with that sh*t, i got racks in my pocket, i’m knowing these n*ggas be clueless
n*gga got [?]
i keep a .40 tucked, n*ggas be doomed
i call my brother, i know he gon’, hmm
i got security all in the booth, okay
i tried to tell them, no kizzy
they know lilkarti gon’ hop out the [?]
i asked that b*tch, “do you feel me?”
she want some money and nothin’ to do with me
i get to pourin’ it, act’ in my cup, i’m too happy to f*ck up my kidney
i’m on a flight on the way to new york, i just landed, got too many b*tches

[verse: bernard jabs]
can’t wait ’til a n*gga get rich
i swear to god, i’ma trick out like so many b*tches
she know that i’m different, i run up the digits
sh*t get exquisitе, i keep it consistent
can’t let a ho do me likе scottie pippen
feel like ike turner whenever i hit it, i’m in it
i can’t cuff that ho, she bad for my image
i keep her around ’cause i know she gon’ listen
always been a cool kid, ask the folks i went to school with
i don’t plan, just do sh*t, my mama know i’m a nuisance
we can meet up whenever, no matter the place
i hit whoever, no matter the race
shawty, she better, i gave her my sweater
whenever it’s late, it’s late, take a [?] my place, on gang
[chorus: lilkarti]
[?] i just keep on, no stopping with music
no, i cannot play with that sh*t, i got racks in my pocket, i’m knowing these n*ggas be clueless
n*gga got [?]
i keep a .40 tucked, n*ggas be doomed
i call my brother, i know he gon’, hmm
i got security all in the booth, okay
i tried to tell them, no kizzy
they know lilkarti gon’ hop out the [?]
i asked that b*tch, “do you feel me?”
she want some money and nothin’ to do with me
i get to pourin’ it, act’ in my cup, i’m too happy to f*ck up my kidney
i’m on a flight on the way to new york, i just landed, got too many b*tches

[outro: lilkarti & bernard jabs]
[?] i just keep on, no stopping with music
no, i cannot play with that sh*t, i got racks in my pocket, i’m knowing these n*ggas be clueless
n*gga got [?]
i keep a .40 tucked, n*ggas be doomed
i call my brother, i know he gon’, hmm (and i’m like)
i got security all in the booth, okay (i’m like)
i’m like uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- digitalsauce bernard jabs lilkarti lyrics

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