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(Intro) Get higher baby Uh Get higher baby Get higher baby Uh Yea (Verse) Got a piece for all the drama Walkin round like the president Obama Yea you see me with a team, we brought in the Secret Service Drop it down, baby girl you know it’s worth it Heard you lookin for the shit, go get some tissue Let’s pay some bills, pockets fatter than a swisha It’s like a ship Shawty bout to drop another missile Put this bottle to yo lips Baby girl and French kiss it You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Pour up, mo shots in the burner All I see is ass, probably lookin so perverted Getting money is the crime Baby guilty is the verdict We up Letras de canciones(Hook) Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner (Verse) The king had a dream, I think I’m livin it They say the sour cus they ridin in a limit Head to the sky, it ain’t a limit But you got about a minute, girl don’t make a bad decision Is you rockin with the team or the opposition? Put you in the game, just gotta play your position See you the baddest here, ain’t gotta hold a petition Playin wit yo straw, I’ve been starrin at you sippin You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Turn up, mo shots in the burner Sayin that you straight as a arrow, I can turn ya Baby ain’t nobody flyer, round here you can feel the turbulence (Hook) Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby Higher, get higher baby You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner Nah, no angels allowed (Verse) Baby you ain’t innocent, caught up in that whirl And molly in the evening, girls kissin girls And I ain’t here to judge it all, tryna get my twirl in Benefits of fuckin with him, shittin on yo girlfriends The party girls run at night baby Ha, cuz boring bitches ain’t my type ladies Mix it up, I’m in the freeze, vanilla white lady And got rich sellin all this ice ice baby Murda murda, shots coming from everywhere Glow in the dark, them keys flowin heavy here Yuh, another movie in the making Starring all these bitches on these couches half naked Push From Letras Mania