| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Okay, Karlae
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| Yeah
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| (Shit hard, dawg)
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| Yeah
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| (I'm tellin' ya)
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| Keed talk to 'em
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| Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
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| Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
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| Whole lot of Backwoods, I don’t have a lighter
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| Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
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| And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
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| Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
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| Spittin' this shit like a dragon
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| Bite on her ear like I’m Tyson, yeah (Let's go, let’s go, let’s go)
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| Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
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| I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
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| Love I got for you so real, yeah
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| Just know these choppers kill
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| We chop up your main main man
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| Yeah, I’m a real changed man
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| In the coupe road ragin'
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| Yeah, I got my heart racin'
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| I get in that pussy, hoo, hoo
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| It got my heart racin' (Heart racin')
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| Hellcat, Demon, Trackhawk, can’t wait to race it, yeah (Can't wait to race it)
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| Yeah, the Bentley truck, no, we not gon' race it, yeah, yeah (Not gon' race it)
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| We stood the block, beat it up like the '80s, yeah, yeah (Like '80s)
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| Driving a Range Rover in the rain (Rain)
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| Now you understand what I’m sayin'
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| Spent thirty racks on this chain (What?)
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| Slatt shit is on the chain (What?)
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| She take dick, she take the pain, yeah
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| Can’t run up no bando, they ankle must sprain, yeah
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| Rose gold twin chains on me, yeah, bitches like the bling
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| Please don’t speak on my name
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| Yeah, these choppers like to sing
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| Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
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| Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
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| Whole lot of Backwoods, I don’t have a lighter
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| Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
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| And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
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| Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
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| Spittin' this shit like a dragon
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| Bite on her ear like I’m Tyson, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
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| I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
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| Love I got for you so real, yeah
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| Just know these choppers kill
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| Okay, Karlae
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| They know, got slime to smash your tater
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| Yeah, they tryna throw me on Shade Room, shit, I can’t wait to shade 'em (Haha)
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| Yeah, yeah, Maybach whippin' Off-White like mashed potatoes (Whip, whip)
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| Then I’ma go 'head and space 'em (Whip)
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| Rock your lil' world like a cradle (Baby)
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| Ayy, we in a Batman coupe, shit look like it just came in the cave
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| Chain on me freezing, yeah, it done came out the freezer
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| No, I’m not begging, no, I’m not pleading, I become a cheater
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| Yeah, I got spots on this drip, dawg, like a fuckin' cheetah
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| Yeah, what your neck readin'?
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| Yeah, y’all some broke bum hoes
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| Yeah, I’m bossin', overeatin' at the
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| Ride a wave like a Banshee
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| I spend a whole lot of thousands, yeah, the money expanding (Money)
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| All the sneak dissing, I’ll stretch you hoes out just like an extension
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher
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| Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier
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| Whole lot of Backwoods, I don’t have a lighter
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| Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire
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| And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah
|
| Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah
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| Spittin' this shit like a dragon
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| Bite on her ear like I’m Tyson, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah
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| I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah
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| Love I got for you so real, yeah
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| Just know these choppers kill |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Higher N Higher , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп