Young thug/artist/lil keed - Higher N Higher Lyrics
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Higher N Higher
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What Are The Lyrics For Higher N Higher By Young thug/artist/lil keed?
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Okay, Karlae Yeah (shit hard, dawg) Yeah (I'm tellin' ya) Keed talk to 'em Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher (higher and higher) Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flyer Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon, yeah Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah (creamy) I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah (I got the m's) Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill, yeah We chop up your main main man Yeah, I'm a real changed man In the coupe road ragin' Yeah, I got my heart racin' I get in that pussy, hoo, hoo It got my heart racin' (heart racin') Hellcat, Demon, Trackhawk, can't wait to race it, yeah (can't wait to race it) Yeah, the Bentley truck, no, we not gon' race it, yeah, yeah (not gon' race it) We stood the block, beat it up like the '80s, yeah, yeah (like '80s) Driving a Range Rover in the rain (rain) Now you understand what I'm sayin' Spent thirty racks on this chain (what?) Slatt shit is on the chain (what?) She take dick, she take the pain, yeah Can't run up no bando, they ankle must sprain, yeah (Goddamn) Rose gold twin chains on me, yeah, bitches like the bling (Goddamn, Goddamn) Please don't speak on my name (Goddamn, Goddamn) Yeah, these choppers like to sing Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher (let's go) Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flyer (Keed talk to 'em) Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter (Keed talk to 'em) Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire (talk to 'em) And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon, yeah Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill Okay, Karlae They know, got slime to smash your tater Yeah, they tryna throw me on Shade Room, shit, I can't wait to shade 'em (haha) Yeah, yeah, Maybach whippin' Off-White like mashed potatoes (whip, whip) Then I'ma go 'head and space 'em (whip) Rock your lil' world like a cradle (baby) Ayy, we in a Batman coupe, shit look like it just came in the cave Chain on me freezing (freezing), yeah, it done came out the freezer (freeze) No, I'm not begging, no, I'm not pleading, I become a cheater (uh oh) Yeah, I got spots on this drip, dawg, like a fuckin' cheetah (uh oh) Yeah, what your net' readin'? (readin') Yeah, y'all some broke bum hoes (bum) Yeah, I'm bossin', overeatin' at the (yeah) Ride a wave like a Banshee I spend a whole lot of thousands, yeah, the money expanding (money) All the sneak dissing, I'll stretch you hoes out just like an extension Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher (yeah, yeah) Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flyer (Keed talk to 'em) Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter (Keed talk to 'em) Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire (talk to 'em) And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon, yeah Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill |
Who Wrote Higher N Higher By Young thug/artist/lil keed?
Raqhid Jevon Render
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What's The Duration Of The Higher N Higher By Young thug/artist/lil keed?The duration of Higher N Higher is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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