Hunter Got High

Shout-out to Baste Records (hey, yeah, la-da-da)
Ayo, Hunter (la-da-da-da)
Roll another one of those congressional blunts, brotha (la-da-da-da)

He was gonna get his laptop fixed, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He wasn't gonna show all them dick pics, but hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He shoulda let Hillary bleach his whole hard drive (yeah, ayy)
Hunter got high (hey), Hunter got high, Hunter got high

He wasn't gonna mess with the hoes, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He was gonna take 'em all out on a boat, but Hunter got high
He's the smartest man Joe ever knew in his life, yeah-hey
'Til Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)

He was gonna go visit his dad, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He thought he had a secret stash, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
The White House got shut down, we all know why (come on, man), yeah-hey
Hunter got High, Hunter got High, Hunter got High

He never could paint worth a fuck, Hunter got high (ooh)
Now he gets a half a mil' and up, "Damn, that's high" (that's higher than me)
Biden never used to start (damn) with B-U-Y, yeah-hey
'Til Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high

Ukraine wasn't part of the plan, 'til Hunter got high (ooh)
China wasn't that big of a fan, 'til Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He wasn't gonna split it all with the old big guy (come on, man), yeah-hey
'Til Hunter got high, 'til Hunter got high, Hunter got high

He wasn't gonna go to court, but Hunter got high (ooh)
He'd never been indicted before, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
His attorney's out smokin' a bowl, and we all know why (why, man?) Yeah-hey
'Cause Hunter got high (hey), Hunter got high (yeah), Hunter got high
He was making 80 G's a month (ooh), but Hunter got high (ooh, whoa, ooh)
On a job, brotha ain't never done, Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
He got more LLC's than John Gotti's ex-wife (yeah-hey)
Hunter got high, Hunter got high, Hunter got high (go, go, go, go...)

His cousin never was a pimp 'til Hunter got high (go, go)
He had the best friends that money could rent, but Hunter got high (la-da-da-da)
Just imagine if he wasn't rich, and so damn white, yeah-hey
The cops would raid his house, eat his lemon pound cake
Disconnect his cameras and steal his money

Ooh
Hey, yeah
La-da-da-da



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Allen Wallin, Joseph Foreman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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