Curren$y - High Life lyrics

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Curren$y - High Life lyrics

[Intro: Hodgy Beats] Box it out, box it out, box it out, uhh Yup.. yup, yup [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] I wanna retire like Jay Leno, but not at his age I write the book of my life, I'm one hell of a page You n***as ain't promotin', your confusion is daze I'm on these b**hes minds like running loose in a maze You drinkin' Goose and get chased I'll take the bottle to the face I'll take the bottle to your face And I'm leaving without a trace of a scrap I'm not the man talkin' 'bout busting grapes in a cape Watch your b**h before I make her mind your mistake Took her on accident, that's a miss-take If you want beef, order up, I'm a big steak I don't do it for the fame, I get it in just for my kid's sake You live with your b**h, n***a do what your b**h say Get 'em H-LO like a motherf**in' river lake Get hip to my sh** like you moved to Silver Lake You flippin' burgers and fries, gimmie a shake And hurry up, take the money, you're makin' me late [Hook: Smoke DZA & Domo Genesis] X4 Lame n***as take 5 You rap n***as better miss me with the bullsh** (bullsh**, bullsh**) You rap n***as better miss me with the bullsh** (bullsh**, bullsh**) [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] Whip the game like a ho with the pimp hand Loud weed made me wish I had a kick stand Wartime, my face painted like a KISS fan n***a got stripes like Reggie Miller's wristband Crush my wake and my vision you prayin' you gettin' mangled Got this whole sh** on lock, I'm Kurt Angle If I go out young, I just pray that I see angels I know that I'll be buried a G, I lived graceful No peace for a young live n***a, I'm still smokin' Painted scriptures of mine, n***a picture me rollin' Careful on these streets, don't know what these n***as holdin' And be careful what you hit, scandalous b**hes ho-in' Door to success, we kick it until it open Got a one track mind and I run it like Jesse Owens Ho, it's however you want it, a verbal full clip You rap n***as better miss me with the bullsh** (bullsh**, bullsh**) [Hook] X4 [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Right Lame n***as take 5 (take 5) Fall back, let the winners work (ah) Cleaned up the whole summer and I'm 'bout to do the winter worse (really) Vacation and online banking, every second is a new QuickPay alert (right) We listened to your sh** when we was loaded n***a, and we laughed til our stomach hurt Ah man, international f**ers I'm barrin' I'm a block n***a 9/11 zoomin' down 8th in a 7 probably headed up to Devin's swinging corners like Tarzan Ah damn, you n***as can keep the hookah, I'mma f** with this buddha Creepin' ? short state joint, called the b**h up a uber She tried to get comfortable and spend the night You know I had to maneuver, fly out that b**h like it's Jet Life Some smooth sh** queued up Ah, she don't want no man f** playin' games, this ain't Funcoland Cool sh** don't make a move but them hundos can Get that bullsh** outta here, Mutumbo hand [Verse 4: Curren$y] Uh, higher than most (most) Stackin' this toast (toast) Swang in the bank (bank) Deposit the loaf (loaf) Cop me some dank (dank) That's gas fo sho (gas fo sho) Fill up the tank (tank) Slab on the road (road, man) Money mission (money mission) b**h a tower heist (tower heist) Diamonds glisten, Christmas trimmings, Vegas lights Mercedes figure 8 'em, Porsches racin', coked up ladies Laser chasin', dancin' crazy, 80's life When machines guns and gold chains ruled the dope game (dope game) Luxury speed boats, pontoon planes Keep it low like we smugglin' cane (like we smugglin' cane) Blazed in the Everglades, scribblin' my next payday Life