Rick Ross - Super High (Sativa Remix) lyrics

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<span class="feat">(feat. Ne-Yo, Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y)</span>

Rozay...Wiz...Roll up ladies and gentleman...Spitta

<i>[Curren$y:]</i>

You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint?

I smoke with all mine, baby girl whats your point?

Don't front

You in the back of a long line

Trying to get in cause only members inside

Trees get twisted up like fingers and gang signs

Purple kushes broke my fall

I fell from a grape vine

Super high, from the free throw line

I'm Drexler status, glide, ducking espionage

Many jelous eyes scrutinize the rise

But the jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds.

It hurts to see me shine that's why they frowning all the time

In they internet videos digital see befores

Angry orangutan I'm arranging my sneakers

I'm the action on the court

You the gum stuck to the bleachers

I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo

High off the headband you dying on that hydro

Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

<i>[Wiz Khalifa:]</i>

I thought of this fresh off a bong rip

My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me

Running bath water playing her favorite songs while I get another one lit

Don't usually smoke at all but you say tonight you'll take a hit that's understood

From the smell and by what I payed, you know its good.

Them niggas with me, they from the hood

Now we throw parties in the sky, I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high.

Champagne, more paper planes than you could fly,

Them young niggas fail soon as they try

When the paparazzi flash

I be countin all this cash

Plotin a million and how to build a mountain out of hash, come on...

All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)

Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Rozay!!

<i>[Rick Ross:]</i>

I'm gettin money no Illuminati

My pain never went in vein it's all over my body

Hit the spliff in my Mr. Bugatti

Kick it with my little homies I'm Mr. Miyagi

I gotta buy my niggas each a pound

Tweakin up, ??, pass the reefer around

Spittin only lethal rounds, speakers beatin down

Not talkin much as when I say my niggas eatin now

Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now

Pina colada papers, smoke the garden of eden now

Taylor gang is what we bleed about, jet setters in places you only read about.

<i>[Wiz Khalifa:]</i>

And now everywhere I go

It's so strong they ask me where I get my smoke

Bitches don't gotta guess they know

I keep one rolled up, we can do what ever you want

Smokin pina colada papers baby girl we don't fuck with the blunts...unless I'm with the boss

<i>[Rick Ross:]</i>

If your lookin for me you could find me in the Guiness book,

Only fly bitches ride with the boss take a look, I'm super fly...

I'm super high, you get yours, I'm getting mine

Super hiiiigh...super hiiiigh

Ay yo waitress, I need another bottle of that Rozay, I need another bottle of that Rozay,

I need another bottle of that Rozay, just order, just order, another bottle of that...rozay

Wiz...spitta....uhh

<i>[Thanks to Daniel for these lyrics]</i>