Highlife Lyrics

DJ SMOOTH

Yea

Bitch we on that highlife

Stay up on that highlife

All I see is bitch niggas

Tryin' take us off that high horse

Straight to the neck that Mike Jagger

That high life no turnin' back

No turnin' back

That highlife

No turnin' back

No turnin' back

That high life

That high life

No turnin' back

That high life

That high life

Tryin' to knock me off my high horse

But I live that high life

That high life

That high life

That high life

You know I'm fresh in depth

My body bag Ralph Lauren

Toe tag Gucci

Suit from Armani

Casket from Fendi

The hearse'll be a Benzie

I'm buried in the Hamptons

Underneath a mansion

Connecticut cutie

Who love to chew me on the golf course

Boston bitches who throw me threesomes

Anytime I want

Toronto hoes

She text the kid when she want the dick

Montreal mommies blowin' trees in the bonnie

Listen

A backyard be botanical gardens

And

Out in Vegas if you trouble I'm startin

Boy

I got this whore for ya

Go meet her down in Florida

She'll tie ya down and torture ya

Dependin' how you scorchin' her

But if you payin' her

She probably let you lay with her

Whip you up some breakfast in bed

Cookin' your egg

But I ain't really in it

And I'm livin' copper fitted cap

Soon I hit Caribbeans

I call my niggas, send me ten

Bitch we on that high life

Stay up on that high life

All I see is bitch niggas

Tellin' niggas off that high horse

Straight to the neck, that mic jack

That high life, no turnin' back

No turnin' back

That high life, no turnin' back

No turnin' back

That high life, that high life

No turnin' back

That high life, that high life

Tryna knock me off my high horse

But I love that high life

That high life, that high life

Fuck it

That high life

Hatin' niggas wanna pluck me

Cause they bitches wanna suck me

Got a clip with a chick on the side

She the bride of Chucky

I'm from the block, they shootin' shots

Includin' cops

I smoke a L, but I'm a winnin' nigga

Never losin' out

You losin' out, you bet against us

Gettin' shot, niggas, you tethered

Popcoded in December

Them niggas hatin', they on my list

I'ma get it

Sky up before I get up outta line

Niggas be up outta time

Uh-huh, yeah

I ride up on you

I slide up on you

And creep up on you

Put heat up on you

You sleepin' on me

The Reaper on you

Plottin' and schemin

Just plannin' like the whole weekend on you

I had you rested

Wantin' death, set up a meeting for you

A spark, a spark, you got hot

I straight leave it on you

You wanna live or die

Decide, we'll leave it on you

Recognize, see it's time

Don't give a fuck if you feel it

Man, you know I'm in the building

Bitch, we on that high life

Stay up on that high life

All I see is bitch niggas

Tryna take us off that high horse

Straight to the neck, that mic jack

That high life, no turnin' back

No turnin' back

That high life, no turnin' back

No turnin' back

That high life, that high life

No turnin' back

That high life, that high life

Tryna knock me off my high horse

But I live that high life

That high life, that high life

That high life