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54.paris – 2054 lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, uhu, ever…
so high that i should wear a sp-cecoat (wait, ay)

[chorus]
i’m so high
i ain’t coming down tonight (nah way)
i’m so fly
i should wear a sp-cecoat (yea, ay)
i’m so wavy
she wanna’ have my babies (yea’)
i’m so fly
i put her inside a mercedes (skkkkrt’, yea)

[verse 1]
all she do is boujee’ sh-t (im so high i need it)
i ain’t goin’ for it (im so high i need it)
she a groupie b-tch (wow, yea’)
i just let the speaker bang (im so high i need it)
goin’ numb to it (im so high i need it)
like it’s novacaine
parachute when i glide in, i8 what i’m driving (verrt’, verrt’)
the paint white as my eyes with visine
leave the crime scene quick, pol-low like ralph
lauren in my bag, im so fly today
i pulled up in some sh-t that got me feelin’ like a tidal wave, i’m miles ahead of you the sh-t you make is for the microwave (yea’)
hit em up, do it quick
f-ck it up, go again (hu, ay, ay, yeuh’)
blue suede on my b-tch
tell ya girl i need special favours
right now i feel very famous
like the weatherman i get the blow
every time i be around you know

[bridge]
alot of things changed (ye’)
its hard for you to stay the same (ye’)
but me and you we are different (ay’ wait)

[chorus]
i’m so high
i ain’t coming down tonight (nah way)
i’m so fly
i should wear a sp-cecoat (yea, ay)
i’m so wavy
she wanna’ have my babies (yea’)
i’m so fly
i put her inside a mercedes (skkkkrt’, yea)

[verse 2]
i got wings like red bull
run it up like the treadmill
light up green like a x box
eyes red like the devil (hooo’)
i got hoes like luda, in diff-erent area codes (yea, yea, yea, ay)
10 chains like goldie
i don’t know folding
hit it hard til the morning (yea’ ay)
loyalty over b-tches
quality over money
i don’t care who the richest (ay, yea yea’)
mirror mirror on the wall tell em’ who the flyest of dem’ all oh’ yea’ that’s me okay, okay (yea, ay ay’)
dunkin’ more than adderrall i’m off some other pills but i don’t know how to pr-nounce the f-ckin’ name (yea, ay ay, yea, yea, yea)
hard-drive full of power
i’m the man for a decade
you the guy for a hour

[outro]
yea’, you don’t want no smoke with these, bars