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    High, high, high

    So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high
    Like ticket holders when the season started
    It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
    So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling

    So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
    Niggers handcuffing hoes like the police department
    You think you flying but you really falling
    You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigger, you're 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 mama's braces
    What you blazing a week, that's what I start my day with

    My checks 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 a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig

    So what should I do with so much hate?
    Fuck it, I turn crabs into bucket to a buffet
    And beef to a ? that's a full course entrée
    And girl I turn that avocado into a guacamole

    So spanish girls hola, we can skip the foreplay
    Roll up some good and stay high for 4 days
    We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
    My cup running over but I won't put my cup down

    You haters cheer leading while I'm out here running touch downs
    But I won't be ran down, I run shit, you run down
    Finna blowing whistles like please get the sun down
    Me I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down

    But still I'm straight penthouse to a ?
    No time to play cause I know they don't want me on top
    And yo ?
    But still I'm blaze, so many treats don't need no shades
    Living that still life, I think my passport need no space

    Haha
    Yoy
    It's B.o.B. bitch
    So don't get mad when your girl come up to me like
    Just keep it moving bro
    All you haters, I don't even wanna hear no
    I don't even know why I got smoked for, man
    It's like, I just can't get, like, not even a little bit high at all
    But still man, you know how I do it
    Grand hustle in the building
    Yo
    Still coming home soon, so you know that's a problem
    Yo
    Where you going?
    Feel it

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