High - B.o.b
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High Lyrics
High, High, High (yeah)
High, High, High, (yeah)
High (yeah), High (yeah), High (yeah)
High, High, High
(It's B, O, B, O, B, O, B.o.B)
(Haha)
So high
What's beneath me I can't even call it, high
Like ticket holders when the seasons started
It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in this mother fucker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots, keep an extra cartridge
Niggas handcuffing hos like the police department (haha)
You think you're flying but you're really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet
Nigga you stalling
They say pop means being popular to the population
So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
I just keep banging verses and rocking your mom's braces
What you blaze in a week, pshh, that's what I start my day with
My cheque's worth more than your neck worth
I got a network about the size of the next earth
I'm laid up
So much head that my neck hurt
I'm living the dream, I never once wet the bed first, ya dig?
So what should I do with so much hate? Well fuck it
I've turn crabs in a bucket to a buffet
And beef to a full-a
That's a full course entr