THE-DREAM

THE-DREAM - High Art lyrics

rate me

feat. Jay-Z

I'm tired of talking 'bout it, let's do it

Girl, I'm missing you like bitches miss my music

And I swear I can't wait to drop it

Hit your body with that yopper

Hit your body with that yopper

Then get high

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

My niggas, my niggas

Hit my man, he's got that purp, my nigga

This dry ass blunt we gonna make that work

My nigga, who got that fire, who got that fire?

My nigga, stop playing, nigga, pass that lighter

My nigga, he got hundreds, we got hundreds

My nigga, half a bean, we've got money

My nigga, two live crew, shorty, get it, get it

Two high crew, shorty, hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

Burn up, burn up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

My nigga, they on that lean, they on that lean

My nigga, bitch best not put that in my drink

My nigga, let it blow

Stop cuffing, let it go

My nigga, he got hundreds, we got hundreds

My nigga Master P, we've got money

My nigga, two live crew, shorty, get it, get it

Two high crew, shorty, hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

Burn up, burn up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

Sky high with Ty Ty, G-Feezy to J Breezy

Castro to Cabo with OG

Then I'm back home to my BB

Police escorts at the All-Star

And the Superbowl, I don't need a horn

Horn? BB I'm too on

My niggas don't do traffic

How ironic, all we used to do is traffic

And it was drop me off at my girl's house

At one o'clock, pick me back up

You know she gonna try to train a nigga

Before I step up in the club

Would've drove my own V

She be tryina take a nigga keys

She know them hoes be on a nigga

She ain't even tryina let a nigga leave

You just wanna be around 'em, that's these bitches, she say

Fuck them hoes, I'm just stunting with my niggas

He said

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

Burn up, burn up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl

Then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl

Then I get high with my niggas

I love her, that's no doubt

Hit that then smoke out, yeah

High with my niggas

I'm on her, she on me

Then we OD like we OGs, yeah

I get high with my niggas

She hold me 'cause she's down for it

And this shit got me paranoid, yeah

High with my niggas

My girl and that white girl

And she really on that white girl

She really on that white girl

High with my niggas

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