Future - WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH (en) Lyrics
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That nigga know that bitch he
got is mine, mine, mine
That's your bitch and that's my
bitch too, nigga, don't forget
I was looking out my rearview,
finger on the trigger
Switching bitches like tennis
shoes, I damn near forget
I'm in love with my money,
baby, I don't want shit
Panamera view inside my
truck like a penthouse
Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna
suck my wrist off
All these blue strips, I might
bust out and Crip walk
Take the cocaine with me, they
gon' make a nigga chain talk
Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice
it like a chainsaw
You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma
take a nigga main ho
Send her home to you, she don't wanna
talk to you, her brain sore
Grand remarkable, I get
dollars like Diego
Grand National, made it skrrt
outside the bando
Two Glock 40s, they gon'
call me Pluto Rambo
Finessin' a sport, bitch, hand
me the fork, yeah, yeah
Top like New York, bitch giving
intercourse, yeah, yeah
Drop-top Rolls-Royce like I ain't
got a choice, yeah, yeah
Bag it up and sell it and
go cop me some Screw
Twenty-six Pirellis, put
on brand new shoes
Zero below, all this
ice, catch the flu
I been tryna balance out
the money with the dope
Too much drip, bitch gotta
walk around with a float
Messy hoes know this bitch
fucking on a GOAT
They know what come with that
ice, Chane'-ne', Coco
I give bitches a lil' hype
and then I adios
I got the midas touch, extended
Rolls-Royce Ghost
When I ain't got them hitters 'round,
you still can't approach
Don't make me have to up this
motherfucker and let it go
Security for these bitches 'cause
they ain't got no control
We just wanna get real high-igh-igh
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