Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Higher , by - Jae Millz. Release date: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Higher |
| My comeback |
| Millzie I got you |
| Al-Doe |
| I don’t know what the word pressure mean |
| BBN |
| Winter coming, we bring them furs out |
| Sky trippin' to Aspen, we smoking girl scout |
| No service, money’s my whole purpose |
| They talk till you, run down on em like why you nervous |
| They rap about guns homey, I’m rappin with the gun on me |
| Ask them niggas in Atlanta how we movin |
| You know the price, black Rubicon, Rover white |
| Double box vacuum seal |
| We send them over night |
| Ah, who your favorite again, who? |
| I’m probly on his playlist, raw cones I’m faded |
| We did Nobu, made Philippe regular |
| Spice market, Abe & Arthurs way ahead of ya |
| Just me and my bitch |
| They seen this when we dippin by |
| Stumbling in kiss and fly |
| I really did whatever my pen say |
| Rest in peace Tito, Perico Puente |
| Dog |
| And as I take another hit |
| I wonder if I could get any |
| And as I take another sip |
| I wonder if I could drift any |
| And as she takes another sniff |
| She prolly feel like she’ll never get any |
| Kush got bitch |
| Ride |
| Straight out the trenches |
| Use to play the Benjies, the OGs showed interest |
| Real nigga Pedigree, not a blemish |
| Law of attraction rob off on anybody I link with |
| Uh, I’m blessed to be distinguished |
| Before you get that guy to think rich |
| Most these niggas on some think shit |
| It’s my duty to get it |
| I’m truly the freshest, sliding hoes out of beauty in Essex |
| Why you stressin? |
| Block nigga, call him Tetris |
| Never left the hood, tryna tell me what success is |
| And just like the game appears |
| Everything you had lined up, you watch it disappear |
| And there go the pressure, creepin on yo ass |
| You call yourself tryna build but life is moving fast |
| And now you stackin as a nigga using dope |
| Sleep standing up but you really wide awoke |
| And as I take another hit |
| I wonder if I could get any |
| And as I take another sip |
| I wonder if I could drift any |
| And as she takes another sniff |
| She prolly feel like she’ll never get any |
| Yo yo |
| Smoke something bitch |
| Uptown |
| All praises due to the father |
| You lil niggas service is fucked, step your bars up |
| Foreign boy, I’m too fly for a charging |
| Rubber band and Benjamins, rolling jelly jars up |
| Hard luck is all we had |
| Now it’s lobster like we garliced up |
| Vegetable rice butter with partial cups |
| Halfway full cause we halfway gone |
| Repentin all of our sins cause for all we was wrong |
| But never regrettin shit, we sayin none of these songs |
| Short patience for sucka shit so I roll mine long |
| It’s a work out to finish my blunts, I smoke that strong |
| And I love a Spanish girl that love her throat to be warm |
| McCall poke her over the block |
| I just supply the guap and let my nigga run the spot |
| I clean cut with visions and being filthy |
| To my daughter I’m daddy, to these rappers I’m father Millzie |
| Amen |
| And as I take another hit |
| I wonder if I could get any |
| And as I take another sip |
| I wonder if I could drift any |
| And as she takes another sniff |
| She prolly feel like she’ll never get any |