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Mellowhigh – Highlife Lyrics

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Box it out, box it out, box it out, uhh
Yup. yup, yup

I wanna retire like Jay Leno, but not at his age
I write the book of my life, Im one hell of a page
You niggas aint promotin, your confusion is daze
Im on these bitches minds like running loose in a maze
You drinkin Goose and get chased
Ill take the bottle to the face
Ill take the bottle to your face
And Im leaving without a trace of a scrap
Im not the man talkin bout busting grapes in a cape
Watch your bitch before I make her mind your mistake
Took her on accident, thats a miss-take
If you want beef, order up, Im a big steak
I dont do it for the fame, I get it in just for my kids sake
You live with your bitch, nigga do what your bitch say
Get em H-LO like a motherfuckin river lake
Get hit to my shit like you moved to Silver Lake
You flippin burgers and fries, gimmie a shake
And hurry up, take the money, youre makin me late

X4
Lame niggas take 5

You rap niggas better miss me with the bullshit bullshit, bullshit
You rap niggas better miss me with the bullshit bullshit, bullshit

Whip the game like a ho with the pimp hand
Loud weed made me wish I had a kick stand
Wartime, my face painted like a KISS fan
Nigga got stripes like Reggie Millers wristband
Crush my wake and my vision you prayin you gettin mangled
Got this whole shit on lock, Im Kurt Angle
If I go out young, I just pray that I see angels
I know that Ill be buried a G, I lived graceful
No peace for a young live nigga, Im still smokin
Painted scriptures of mine, nigga picture me rollin
Careful on these streets, dont know what these niggas holdin
And be careful what you hit, scandalous bitches ho-in
Door to success, we kick it until it open
Got a one track mind and I run it like Jesse Owens
Ho, its however you want it, a verbal full clip
You rap niggas better miss me with the bullshit bullshit, bullshit

X4

Right
Lame niggas take 5 take 5
Fall back, let the winners work ah
Cleaned up the whole summer and Im bout to do the winter work really
Vacation and online banking, every second is a new QuickPay alert right
We listened to your shit when we was loaded nigga, and we laughed til our stomach hurt
Ah man, international fuckers Im barrin
Im a block nigga 911 zoomin down 8th and a 7 probably headed up the block swinging corners like Tarzan
Ah damn, you niggas can keep the hookah, Imma fuck with this buddha
Creepin? short state joint,? the bitch up a?
She tried to get comfortable and spend the night
You know I had to maneuver, fly out that bitch like its Jet Life
Some smooth shit cued up
Ah, she dont want no man
Fuck playin games, this aint Funcoland
Cool shit dont make a move but those? can
Get that bullshit outta here, Mutumbo hand

Uh, higher than most most
Stackin this toast toast
Swang in the bank bank
Deposit the loaf loaf
Cop me some dank dank
Thats gas fo sho gas fo sho
Fill up the tank tank
Slab on the road road, man
Money mission money mission
Bitch a tower heist tower heist
Diamonds glisten, Christmas trimmings, Vegas lights
Mercedes figure 8 em, Porsches racin, coked up ladies
Laser chasin, dancin crazy, 80s life
When machines guns and gold chains ruled the dope game dope game
Luxury speed boats, pontoon planes
Keep it low like we smugglin cane like we smugglin cane
Blazed in the Everglades, scribblin my next payday

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