Ice Berg - Super High / Perfect Joint lyrics

rate me

feat. 64 Chris

I prolly be high in about 10 minutes so listen

Niggas see shit getting big so now they beginning to stress

I got my eye one in the head

Every day I wake, I run in the bread

I could give a fuck what none of them said

Suck my dick they bitch ass need to find a hustle instead

[Hood]

My bitch roll my weed up, my bitch is like 3 somes

I’m too god damn fly for y’all, what you think I rock these wings for?

We g’d up like red and green, always strapped, never scared to squeeze

Live house motherfucking weed burners

All they smelled was kush after we left the scene

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

In the bluest skies, please don’t shoot us down

Any hoe who ain’t let me fuck in the past

I bet she will do it now

Stupid loud, it’s hard to see us through the clouds

And they can’t turn around, if it ain’t a group of 2 cute groupies now

Game tight, I could persuade a bitch that the sky blue, aruma now

And they loose they mind when it’s over

Cause real shit bitches can’t do without

Playalistic, stupid south, swaggerific bitch I shine no matter who around

All I need is my crew around, live house, 64,this love paper ain’t shit

Cause we about to get more

The only reason they hate is cause they really don’t get dough

And I can’t go nowhere without my motherfucking pistol

Cause I’m not just anybody, I’m that nigga bitch

And you would never meet a young nigga as real as chris

This a experience, hex mode, I rock that burberry shit like it’s some polo

These sucker nigga bitches still fucking the crew

The only thing new is they favorite excuses

Screaming yolo, fuck the popo

Cause we commit crimes, I don’t care how you get yours

Don’t worry bout how I get mine

Fuck the whole world, except my own girl

For like the 5th or the 6th

And if your bitch say we used to fuck around and I hit

But she never suck dick, dumb ass nigga, that bitch lying!

[Hood]

My bitch roll my weed up, my bitch is like 3 somes

I’m too god damn fly for y’all, what you think I rock these wings for?

I’m too god damn fly for y’all, what you think I rock these wings for?

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

Nigga I’m super high, nigga I’m super high

I’m good as long as my weed good

I’m good as long as my weed good

I’m good as long as my weed good

I say I’m good as long as my weed good

Damn right I’m on my high horse

I know I’m just a die for

Them niggas know they ain’t really fucking with me

Every time I leave the house I’m just a sight to see

And bitch I be that nigga, when it come to money and bitches

I’m pretty sure you know I got plenty

And all the bad bitches already know we live

And we don’t take a lot of energy to get it

And if she came fucking nothing, I’ma send her bout her bizness, oho

She’s fine, last thang you wanna do is blow my high

9 times out of 10 I got money on my mind

Tryina stack them god damn hundreds baby, I ain’t got no time

[Hook]

Baby this might be the perfect joint

I’m good as long as my weed good

I’m good as long as my weed good

Baby this might be the perfect joint

I’m good as long as my weed good

I’m good as long as my weed good

I say I’m good as long as my weed good

Baby this might be the perfect joint

High as fuck in a perfect world

And if she do it all and got long hair

In my book she the perfect girl

And since them broke niggas shitted on the

Baby girl got them most love for me

Cause I cut a check every now and then

Even though I fuck for free and being shown don’t really mean nothing

Cause I like how I just can’t love em

And if she is in a real relationship,

Most likely the nigga sucker

Getting high, we can never get enough of

What for, we just live it

We don’t fuck around with the tard drugs

We just roll up and get trippy

Put her up on that g pin, dabbing all on the go

Experimenting with different hashes, that sure to have her on the floor

Like fuck stress, fuck worries, we zoned out lost in paradise

Matter fact when we finished with this billion purp

Let’s smoke again some barry white, real talk

Hah, but shit, telling me this, telling me that

Since she smoke with me, she don’t wanna go back

I got a lesson that I like to teach

And here it is baby, don’t waste my weed

But you remember how barry would have said it, though

He would have said it with a deep fly voice

You wanna sing it how barry said this shit

I’m good as long as my weed good

I’m good as long as my weed good.