Rick Ross - Super High (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Super High (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Currency] You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine, baby girl, what's 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 in gang signs Purple Kushions broke my fall, I fell from a grapevine Super high, from the free throw line, I'm Drexler status, glide the espionage Many a jealous eyes scrutinze the wise But the Jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds It hurt to see me shine, that's why they frowning all the time In they internet videos, digital CB4s Angry orangutans, 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 that headband, you dying on that hydro [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] I thought of this fresh off a bong rip My b**h 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 say tonight she'll take a hit That's understood From the smell, and by what I paid You know it's good Them n***as with me? They from the hood Now we through parties in the sky I'm on the 42nd floor, now that's super high Champagne, more paper planes than you can fly Them young n***as fell soon as they tried When the paparazzi flash, I'll be counting all this cash Plotting a million about how I can build a mountain out of hash [Hook - Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find me Cause we are super high [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] I'm getting money, no Illuminati My pain never went in vain, it's all over my body Get the spliff in my Mr. Bughatti Kick it with my lil' homies, a Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my n***as each a pound Tweaking up our sneaker style, pa**ing reefer 'round Spitting only lethal rounds, speakers beating down Not talking munchies when I say my n***as eating now Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now Pina colada, paper smoking, Garden of Eden now Taylor Gang is what we bleed about Jet setters in places you only read about [Bridge - Wiz Khalifa] And now, everywhere I go It's so strong, they ask me where I get my smoke b**hes don't have to guess, they know I keep one rolled up, we can do whatever you want Smoking pina colada papers, baby girl We don't f** with them blunts Unless I'm with the Boss [Verse 4 - Rick Ross] If you looking for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly b**hes ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high (Super duper, super duper high) You getting yours, I'm getting mine