| I’m laying around smoking a pound
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| Staring at my shorty as she laying down
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| Perfect angel, perfect figure
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| She rollin' up another Swisher
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| Man, this a perfect picture, we can Instagram that
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| Show the world how we lay back, we vibin' to this Womack
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| I pull her hair, she love that, she like to play the cat games
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| But she don’t like the pet names
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| She prefer to be called Queen
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| So I treat her the same way
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| This not your typical love, it’s not your typical fantasy
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| This union here, started a family
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| My top canidate, these girls can’t compete
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| The polls is closed, they can’t walk in the open-toes
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| Sit in the two-seater, smokin' O’s
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| Birkin and Céline, she got both of those
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| And, she don’t care about either
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| She, more concerned if I leave here
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| I’m, more concerned about reefer
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| Man I ain’t going nowhere
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| I know it’s cheaper to keep her
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| And she don’t do no wrong, and she be home
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| Every time I need her, can’t always vent through the speaker
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| Or share my feelings to the world, so she’s my secret keeper
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| She knows all my vices, all my life crisis
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| She’s my perfect sidekick, my hybrid
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| When I feel like I’m dying, my Heimlich
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| She gives me another life, it’s amazing and priceless
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| The highest
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| You know you get me the highest baby
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| You know you take to higher places
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| You know you get me the highest baby
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| I know your only mistress is Mary Jane
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| Mary Jane (x3)
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| She seems to be all that I think about
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| All I fiend for, all I’m seeking out
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| She gives me cottonmouth and green tipped fingers
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| Keeps me sane and at ease around these fake niggas
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| With her, I don’t take pictures
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| She’s more my private thing
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| In public we don’t ever hang
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| I take her on my private plane
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| 30 feet up higher mane
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| Paper planes and pink champagne
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| I had her out in East LA
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| With my main Mexican Jose
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| Cuervo in my Chevrolet, seven tray
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| Blasting Michelle Olé
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| Slow motion, switching lanes
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| Up on three wheels, tilting frame
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| This is how I deal with fame, Mary Jane
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| Comfort me from all this pain
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| Please don’t talk, just listen babe
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| This is what I’m missing babe
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| Your purple lips, your brown frame
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| White clouds surround me
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| You take me to a different place than anyone around me
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| Never share you, keep you to myself
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| No one else can try this, the highest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Highest , by - Stalley. Song from the album Honest Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп