Three 6 Mafia - Now I'm Hi' (Part 3) (Feat. Playa Fly) | Текст песни

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• Now I'm Hi' (Part 3) (Feat. Playa Fly)

Chorus: x4
Triple 6
Triple, triple 6 smoked out
Now I'm high, really high
Mane, I'm about the south

[1st Verse: Playa Fly]
Fly so high in funkytown
Mega blunts I gotta smoke
Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'
Blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' blessed
By that funk
Crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly
Till you snote that P
P-funk got me goin'
Ho blowin' on montana pack
Blunt just put me under
But that snizote put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke
How you like my smokin' screen
Playa got that evil grin and tony got me lookin' mean
Fly got swishers full of blink
Time to snort a white ho bitch
Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say
Mane fuck that shit
Suckers fill my atmosphere
Ho you should know open your ear
Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowin' man
If you say I'm sprung
Body numb
Triple 6 and Fly
Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high

Chorus: x4

[2nd Verse: Gangsta Boo]
Smoked out loced out killas
Ain't takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a
On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger ho
Ho it's on this shit is on it's on now hit the fuckin' floor
Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill
Is it them Triple 6 niggas, mane, is that shit for real
Tha Jason mask
On your ass
When I'm gonna blast
Your soul I'll take
The ground will shake as I begin to laugh
I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place
The Devil's Daughter
Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta ho
I must be on your mind
Stupid bitch
I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
You know I'm comin'
Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga
A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa
You think I'm shakin' hell naw, bitch
You wanna test
My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla
Some hollow points up in your chest

Chorus: x4

[3rd Verse: Lord Infamous]
Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up
Like much of the herb
The Indo is creating illusions
My thoughts are confusin'
My vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana
The blackest of smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons
My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Deep down in the dungeons; my darkness
The demonic sickness finally aroused
Your soul is horrified
Flames falling from the sky
The Three 6 anti-christ
Bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes
I hear an angel crie
Now I lay down to die
Come and burn with me
In scarecrow’s past life I killed kings
And I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh, and guts
Now I'm back and I'm more murderous
And I'm known as that mad nigga named Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow
If I wasn’t so full of that dope – You know
Triple 6 blowin' that weed
And we keepin' the seed and the stem
Roll a bag in a slim when the lights are real dim
We packin' the bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud
And I'm smokin' it up until I'm feelin' numb
When I'm getting crushed by the shotgun and smokin'
Like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating, while I’m devastating the souls
With my sinister wand

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