Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Come Down, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Ridin’ Wit Da Top Off - Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 7 Thirteen
Song language: English
High Come Down |
Put the Crys on ice, let the lights dim bright |
Put your best dress on, cause we fucking tonight |
Lay your hair down, cause you a beautiful star |
Got the laced thong on, with the matching bra |
Had a sip of hypnotic, now you feeling erotic |
Wanna get up under me, and start touching your body |
I make your high come down, up and down |
Give me some leeway, head on the freeway |
Slide the roof back, put the square in the air |
Damn you looking good, with everything you wear |
You my sugar brown round mound, you take it downtown |
Everywhere we go, for real it’s going down |
I’m the young Don, you got it tatted on your back |
Love the way I hit it, from the back in the Lac |
Like that, round and round to H-Town |
I know what to do, to make your high come down, come on |
High come down |
Why do you make my high, come down |
High come down |
Tell me why do you make my high, come down |
I can’t wait to hit the interstate, doing 150 |
Throw the weed out, 'fore the law come get me |
I’m on my way, to the place you stay |
And don’t worry bout the Benz, cause it’s a-ok |
I’m in a drop top 5, put it in six |
Buckle up your belt, we gon scratch to the mix |
You’re my boo it’s true, you make my high come through |
Gon jump in the hot tub, do what you do |
Cause tonight’s your night, and tomorrow’s your day |
I’mma hit the hot spot, with no time to play |
In the Lex-O, and your homegirl’s hating |
Stop at the light, 22's rotating |
Call up the cellular, business on the regular |
First class strips, if I wanna get next to you |
Oakland, on back to H-Town |
And I got what it takes, to make you come down, come on |
Ok let’s do it again, before the sun rise |
Come over and let me touch up, on your thick thighs |
Let me squeeze your chest, let me caress your breast |
We can see the whole world baby, east to west |
Well yeah don’t forget, I’m a thug nigga |
Undercover low key, I’m a mob figga |
But let me take you to the zone, going one on one |
We getting mesmerized, we going half on the sun |
Catch you on the weekend, and we freaking |
But I see you next week, and we probably not speaking |
Playas, you know we play that way |
But I’mma ride off baby, it’s a beautiful day |
On the low-low, we smoking do-do |
We at the bachelor pad, we doing the freak show |
Say I see you next time, when I’m back in town |
Best believe, I’mma make your high come down, what |
(*Shima singing*) |