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Now I'm High Pt. 3 Lyrics

Three 6 Mafia – Now I'm High Pt. 3 Lyrics

Triple 6
Triple triple 6 smoked out
Now I'm high
Really high
Mane I'm about to shout

(Playa Fly)
Fly so high in funkytown
Mega blunts I gotta smoke
Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'
Blowin' heavy on dat dope
Playa fuckin' rest
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'
Hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack
Ganja 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 tonin' got me lookin' mean
Fly got swishers full of blink
Time to snort a white hoe bitch
Next she tell me Fly don't need it but Fly say
Mane fuck that shit
Suckers fill my atmosphere
Hoe 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 I'm really high


(Gangsta Boo)
Smoked out loced out killas
Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a
On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe
Hoe 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 Devils Daughter
Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe
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


(Lord Infamous)
Spooky midnight has fallen like these and the moon is like lit up
Like much of the herb
The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion
My vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana
The black is the smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons
My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified
Flesh 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 Scarecrows passed life
I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts
Now I'm back and I'm more murderous
And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deeper
The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know
Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin'
The seed and the stem rolled and when I slip
And the lights of the dim and we grab the
We pappin' the bone 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 I'm smokin'
Like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating while the devil's takin'
The souls of my sinister wand
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