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BIG SEAN - High Ft. Chiddy Bang Lyrics

Feat Chiddy Bang & Wiz Khalifa

I donÂ’t give a f-ck about anything, that youÂ’re telling me
Cause right now itÂ’s all irrelevant
IÂ’m so high I wonÂ’t, remember it

[Verse 1 - Big Sean]
And I wish that this could last forever
But maybe one night is even better
Real nigga mayne, all the people I plotted with
Is the same ones IÂ’m dividinÂ’ the profits with
Now IÂ’m in the building like two planes bitch
KickinÂ’ it with my shirt off, on some Liu Kang shit
Sleep with the sun up like I grew fangs bitch
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne shit
LivinÂ’ my life, gettinÂ’ high payments
F-ckinÂ’ with some new broads and they high maintenance
And they wearinÂ’ high heels, trip so weÂ’re high heels
Tits sittinÂ’ high, rollinÂ’ zips, gettinÂ’ high man

Everything high (high high high high highÂ…)
Everything high (high high high high highÂ…)
Everything high (high high high high highÂ…)
ItÂ’s time to go, ItÂ’s time to go, ItÂ’s time to go
ItÂ’s time to go, go


[Verse 2 - Big Sean]
Cause the penthouse 90 floors up
Make love and then join the mile high club
Yeah IÂ’m on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet dreams
IÂ’m in a new crib, so big, IÂ’m talkinÂ’ town size
SippinÂ’ somethinÂ’ cold, smokinÂ’ weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think itÂ’s crown size
Bitch I do it big and I never plan to down size
People who talk shit, is feelinÂ’ like dickheads
Saw me on the web like I had a extra six legs
LookinÂ’ at my highlights with a bitch with highlights
Crowd wavinÂ’ at me, all tryna say hi right


[Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa]
If you roll one up, IÂ’mma roll one too
Oh you sayinÂ’ you donÂ’t smoke? Well thatÂ’s all that we do
You be up in the club, I be up in the clouds
Ooh, donÂ’t gotta ask me if I burn enough causeÂ’ we donÂ’t run out
Blow it by the O, even my fans smoke it
CauseÂ’ they throw it at my shows hidinÂ’ it when I travel
In case the police gotta know, rollinÂ’ it up in traffic
Make you smoke out of a bong, put you on different hashes
My chick is the baddest, my spliff is the fattest, IÂ’m livinÂ’ so lavish
Gotta patch a lil kid tryna get at this cabbage
My pinky ring a V8, I filled it with carrots
IÂ’m popeye with spinach, tillÂ’ the day I die IÂ’m gettinÂ’ high

[Hook] & [Bridge]

And thats it man, I do it

[Verse 4: Chiddy Bang]
IÂ’m fly, my swell on priceline
Truthfully I want this shit to last a lifetime
Simply amazing, we blazinÂ’ as we just right rhymes
Cold flow, ice time, breakinÂ’ down bright pines
Enough with all the beefinÂ’ IÂ’m over it
Outta town kush, but they smokinÂ’ that local shit
I always knew that I would be the man
They ride the greyhound, but IÂ’m more a peter pan, we the fam
Off the scale, yeah we about to break the richter quick
Loud years, worth a thousand words we should picture shit
When I come to smokinÂ’ we have a certificate
I know them haters is wishinÂ’ we fake the licorice
F-ck it we up, my niggas strong, Sean gave me another L
I need a high class chick that I match up with well
She familiar with Fendi, comfortable in Chanel
And you errthangÂ’ high when you livinÂ’ swell


Thanks to adrianna

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