Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Art, artist - The-Dream.
Date of issue: 27.05.2013
Song language: English
High Art |
I’m tired of talkin' 'bout it, let’s do it |
Girl I’m missin' you like bitches miss my music |
And I swear I can’t wait to drop yah |
Hit your body with that yoppa |
Hit your body with that yoppa then get high |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
My niggas, my niggas, hit my man, he got that purp |
My niggas, this dry ass blunt, we gon' make that work |
My niggas, who got that fire, who got that fire? |
My niggas, stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter |
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds |
My niggas, half a B, we got money |
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get it, get it |
Too high crew, shawty hit it, hit it |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
Burnt up, burn up, burn up |
Turnt up, turn up, turn up |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas |
My niggas, they on that lean, they on that lean |
My niggas, bitch better not put that in my green |
My niggas, let it blow, stop cuffin', let it go |
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds |
My niggas, Masta P, we got money |
My niggas, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it |
My niggas, too high crew, hit it, hit it |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
Burnt up, burn up, burn up |
Turnt up, turn up, turn up |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas |
Sky high with Ty Ty |
G feezys with Jay Breezy |
Casa de Campo with OG |
Then I’m back home to my Bey-Bey |
Police escorts at the All Star |
And the Super Bowl, I don’t need a horn |
Horn, beep beep, I’m too on |
My niggas don’t do traffic |
How ironic, all we used to do is traffic |
Then it was drop me off at my girl’s house |
At one o’clock, pick me back up |
You know she gon' try to train a nigga |
Before I step up in the club |
Would’ve drove my own V |
She be tryna take a nigga’s keys |
She know them hoes be on a nigga |
She ain’t even tryin' let nigga leave |
You just wanna be around them nasty bitches, she said |
Fuck them hoes, I’m just stuntin' with my niggas, he said |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
Burnt up, burn up, burn up |
Turnt up, turn up, turn up |
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl |
Then I get high with my niggas |
I make love to my girl |
Then I get high with my niggas |
I love her, that’s no doubt |
Hit that, then smoke out |
High with my niggas |
I’m on her and she on me |
Then we OD like OGs |
I get high with my niggas |
And she hold me, cause she down for it |
And this shit got me paranoid |
High with my niggas |
My girl and that white girl |
And she really on that white girl |
She really on that white girl |
High with my niggas |