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Higher

アーティスト:The-Dream  アルバム:Cruel Summer 

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Look at your money Ooh momma, this could be you On the right side of this drop Ooh momma, throw it in reverse I call that back it up and drop a Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, baby baby Oh, girl I think that she like I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight I got that shit that make bitches act right Make bitches act out of spite, aiight Oh momma, I got that bomb I got that shit make your ass go run My shit, not make niggas get guns But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?" She love it (She love it) Every beat of the drum, she sprung She say I make her wanna touch it She love it (She love it) She make me wanna touch it I love it (I love it) We buzzin', yeah Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker, yeah Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em Known to replace 'em Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys The penthouses are poolside with palm trees She love it (She love it) Every beat of the drum, she sprung She say I make her wanna touch it She love it (She love it) She make me wanna touch it I love it (I love it) We buzzin', yeah Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker Higher than a motherfucker, yeah Uh, one-two one-two guess who


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