Doron Lev and Uglybraine - 718 to the 305 lyrics

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Doron Lev and Uglybraine - 718 to the 305 lyrics

I'm so high, see me roll by, seven-eighteen to the three-o-five; doing thirty in the fast lane, spliff is in the ashtray, contemplating ways outta the maze and get this cash made Sit around couch-surfing, make it sound perfect, soon as I open house curtains, MIA to Mount Vernon. They know me in Savannah, Carolina, Alabama, Dade County, Kings County, Give ‘em the panorama. Block's on smash, I'm so trash, so I could give a f** if my socks don't match. Yeah, every release: the streets felt. I'm a friggin' rhythm addict, I need help. I need weed. I need wealth. Y'all kung fu is midgrade: green belt! I'm in a league of extraordinary hooligans. ‘Cuz I ain't f**ing with the woulda-shoulda-coulda-beens. Uglybraine, make ‘em sick like runny eggs. Money, fame's a funny thang, but son he bangs Highly regarded as slightly retarded when it comes to getting them hype with the mic reciting this garbage Chorus: I'm so high, see me roll by, seven-eighteen to the three-o-five; doing thirty in the fast lane, spliff is in the ashtray, contemplating ways outta the maze and get this cash made. (x2) I don't toe the line, I go overtime; smoke that Cobra Kai that'll blow your mind. I'm diagnosed borderline bipolarized. Paranoid, even sleeping with open eyes. Rappers faces change quicker than Sammy Sosa's eyes. I'm a poltergeist on a motorbike with a broken light, rolling by like "show you right". Know your type, don't deny, how things change overnight. Living that loco life, that c**a white. Coke or sprite? Moms love me, she says I'm so polite. I'm a new breed, I'm a prototype. I got some blue weed, smoking watching Dolemite. I give ‘em the system override. You better know the time, because the flow is so refined. Ug's a cla** act. Hit me hash tag, that guy who needs a cat scan living out of a trash bag Chorus: I'm so high, see me roll by, seven-eighteen to the three-o-five; doing thirty in the fast lane, spliff is in the ashtray, contemplating ways outta the maze and get this cash made. (x4) I'm so high, see me roll by, seven-eighteen to the three-o-five (x8)