Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highs and Lows, artist - Nafe Smallz. Date of issue: 26.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Highs and Lows |
| God damn, baby |
| ID, please |
| Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows? |
| Couple things I would like to know |
| Diamonds on me, I can’t hide the glow |
| That’s my brother whether right or wrong |
| Put that pussy on a flight to Rome |
| I found her pussy, couldn’t find her soul |
| Ask my nigga, «What they grinding for?» |
| Asked myself, «What I’m riding for?» |
| I hit it once, going twice for sure |
| Buy her Rollies like it’s Michael Kors |
| Diamonds on me, you can’t find the flaws |
| Skywalker tryna find the force |
| If they ain’t got it, then they eyes on yours |
| Her legs open, she ain’t tryna talk |
| Sex, beer, when w flyin' abroad |
| So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow |
| So pad a duffel when w leavin' |
| I give that good sex when she need it |
| And I’m 'bout to give her somethin' to believe in |
| I got her legs pointing to the ceiling |
| She got that tight, tight, so I ease in |
| And I be sky high when I’m leanin' |
| She got the right vibe, what I needed |
| She be my type for the evening |
| So we gon' run it up, 'cause we up now |
| Them hatin' niggas want my head down |
| I love my niggas 'cause they held me down |
| I made this shit, outta L-Town |
| I’m heaven sent, but I’m hell bound |
| My heart goes out to the jailhouse |
| If you ridin' wit' me, you can’t bail out |
| We build this shit, they can’t tear it down |
| See, I do not trust no one, uh |
| Can’t trust no one, uh |
| I been out here so long, uh |
| That’s so long, uh |
| Tryna get this money long, uh |
| (Tryna get this money long) |
| Can’t wast no time, no (Waste no time) |
| But I know that’s on her mind, no |
| Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows? |
| Couple things I would like to know |
| Diamonds on me, I can’t hide the glow |
| That’s my brother whether right or wrong |
| Put that pussy on a flight to Rome |
| I found her pussy, couldn’t find her soul |
| Ask my nigga, «What they grinding for?» |
| I asked myself, «What I’m riding for?» |
| I hit it once, going twice for sure |
| Buy her Rollies like it’s Michael Kors |
| Diamonds on me, you can’t find the flaws |
| Skywalker tryna find the force |
| If they ain’t got it, then they eyes on yours |
| Her legs open, she ain’t tryna talk |
| Sex, beer, when we flyin' abroad |
| So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow |
| This lovin' got her in her feelings, fiending |
| For that sexual healing, pleasing |
| From the morning to the evening, she been |
| Diving deeper than my semen, demon |
| She ain’t sleepin' when she dreamin', freezin' |
| Diamonds on me and they gleamin', beamin' |
| Smokin' loud and now I’m leanin', schemin' |
| I know he sent me for a reason |
| Louis duffel with my Gucci sweater |
| Will you keep a secret what we do together? |
| Tell me |
| Diamonds dancin', different color settings |
| If she really wit' me, she gon' ride forever |
| Let me show you how a real nigga does it |
| Baby ain’t nobody gonna get you wetter |
| Show you how a real nigga does it |
| If you see the glacier, it might change the weather |
| See, I do not trust no one, uh |
| Can’t trust no one, uh |
| I been out here so long, uh |
| That’s so long, uh |
| Tryna get this money long, uh |
| (Tryna get this money long) |
| Can’t wast no time, no (Waste no time) |
| But I know that’s on her mind, no |
| Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows? |
| Couple things I would like to know |
| Diamonds on me, I can’t hide the glow |
| That’s my brother whether right or wrong |
| Put that pussy on a flight to Rome |
| I found her pussy, couldn’t find her soul |
| Ask my nigga, «What they grinding for?» |
| I asked myself, «What I’m riding for?» |
| I hit it once, going twice for sure |
| Buy her Rollies like it’s Michael Kors |
| Diamonds on me, you can’t find the flaws |
| Skywalker tryna find the force |
| If they ain’t got it, then they eyes on yours |
| Her legs open, she ain’t tryna talk |
| Sex, beer, when we flyin' abroad |
| So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow (Fly tomorrow) |
| Mm-mm, mm-mm |
| Mm-mm, mm |
| Mm-mm, mm-mm |
| Mm-mm, mm |