Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Talk is cheap
Ain't it?
So is your
F*cking soul tho
Y'all be like take it
Give me all the gold tho
Give me all the promo
Make sure all the hoes know
I'm the f*cking man now
Bring me to the show yo
Take em backstage too
Bring em to the hotel
After party go there
Do that shit so well
Then in the morning
You wake up alone
Even if not you wish
They were gone
All of them fine
But empty inside
I don't want to do it
You tell them to ride
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Tell them to flex
Make up an excuse
Should have have been left
It's long overdue
Just take a hint
We've given you Clues
Not trying to be rude
We got s*** to do
To the next city
We gone with the wind
Light up another &
Do it again
I get paid to act
But i don't pretend
Unless it's a script
Like gone with the wind
Pulp fiction
Cult classic
Hear me spit it
Then i own that shit
Hear me spit it
It's some cold ass shit
Hear me spit it
It's some bold ass shit
& you know that shit
& the way she stare
You think i knnow that chick
But i don't... i don't know that chick
I swear...
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
D.U.Ivan - Say Hi Lyrics
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Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Talk is cheap
Ain't it?
So is your
F*cking soul tho
Y'all be like take it
Give me all the gold tho
Give me all the promo
Make sure all the hoes know
I'm the f*cking man now
Bring me to the show yo
Take em backstage too
Bring em to the hotel
After party go there
Do that shit so well
Then in the morning
You wake up alone
Even if not you wish
They were gone
All of them fine
But empty inside
I don't want to do it
You tell them to ride
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Tell them to flex
Make up an excuse
Should have have been left
It's long overdue
Just take a hint
We've given you Clues
Not trying to be rude
We got s*** to do
To the next city
We gone with the wind
Light up another &
Do it again
I get paid to act
But i don't pretend
Unless it's a script
Like gone with the wind
Pulp fiction
Cult classic
Hear me spit it
Then i own that shit
Hear me spit it
It's some cold ass shit
Hear me spit it
It's some bold ass shit
& you know that shit
& the way she stare
You think i knnow that chick
But i don't... i don't know that chick
I swear...
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Talk is cheap
Ain't it?
So is your
F*cking soul tho
Y'all be like take it
Give me all the gold tho
Give me all the promo
Make sure all the hoes know
I'm the f*cking man now
Bring me to the show yo
Take em backstage too
Bring em to the hotel
After party go there
Do that shit so well
Then in the morning
You wake up alone
Even if not you wish
They were gone
All of them fine
But empty inside
I don't want to do it
You tell them to ride
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Tell them to flex
Make up an excuse
Should have have been left
It's long overdue
Just take a hint
We've given you Clues
Not trying to be rude
We got s*** to do
To the next city
We gone with the wind
Light up another &
Do it again
I get paid to act
But i don't pretend
Unless it's a script
Like gone with the wind
Pulp fiction
Cult classic
Hear me spit it
Then i own that shit
Hear me spit it
It's some cold ass shit
Hear me spit it
It's some bold ass shit
& you know that shit
& the way she stare
You think i knnow that chick
But i don't... i don't know that chick
I swear...
Hold the blunt Way High
All the bitches gonna say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Bitches goin say hi
This is what success is
Tell me what it taste like
Sign the paper right there
Sell your soul in daylight
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Writer: Ivan Nodal
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