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hnm magazine - highest in the room [mashup] lyrics

[chorus: travis scott]
i got room in my fumes (yeah)
she fill my mind up with ideas
i’m the highest in the room (it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here (let’s go)

[verse 1: travis scott]
she saw my eyes, she know i’m gone (ah)
i see some things that you might fear
i’m doin’ a show, i’ll be back soon (soon)
that ain’t what she wanna hear (nah)
now i got her in my room (ah)
legs wrapped around my beard
got the fastest car, it zoom (skrrt)
hope we make it outta here (ah)
when i’m with you, i feel alive
you say you love me, don’t you lie (yeah)
won’t cross my heart, don’t wanna die
keep the pistol on my side (yeah)

[chorus: travis scott]
case it’s fumes (smoke)
she fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
i’m the highest in the room (it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here (let’s go, yeah)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
drug lord, griselda, i used to move weight through delta
so stay in your place ’cause i don’t wanna put you in a shelter
i’m cookin’ up in the kitchen, you could be my little helper
go to the table and ask ’em do they want the flat or the seltzer?
i go where i want i’m good, my n-ggas’ll get them goods
so come off the chain and come off the watch, you gotta respect the jux
queen sleazy era and they never see me ever
’cause i send my shooters and they introduce us as soon as i pull the lever (brr)
i say “choke me,” he do it every time that we do it
n-gga packin’ like hewlett, i told him, “d-mn, n-gga, you lit”
on that d goin’ stupid, got my -ss-shots from cupid
you could just ask ken, he be like: “hadouken!”

[pre-chorus: travis scott]
hope we make it outta here (ah)
when i’m with you, i feel alive
you say you love me, don’t you lie (yeah)
won’t cross my heart, don’t wanna die
keep the pistol on my side (yeah)

[chorus: travis scott]
case it’s fumes
she fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
i’m the highest in the room (i’m the highest, it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here

[verse 3: drake]
young champagne checkin’ in, man, t-ty boi sh-t ringin’ off
‘member i was on pre-paid, i would act like my sh-t was ringin’ off
‘member shorty told me she thought the raps good but the singing’s off
watch on young dro now, man, boi-oing sh-t blingin’ off
where the racks at? (racks)
all i know is they keep comin’ to me like a flashback, n-gga, what? (what?)
half a million out in vegas, it ain’t no blackjack, n-gga, naw (naw)
quavo sinatra, but we could never be the rat pack, n-gga, naw

[chorus]
case it’s fumes
she fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
i’m the highest in the room (i’m the highest, it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here

[verse 4: megan thee stallion]
real hot girl sh-t
i’m a big ole freak, i love to talk my sh-t
and you must be a p-ssy boy, if you get offended
b-tch it’s tina snow, they love me ’cause i’m cold
and you can’t take no n-gga from me
i got mind control
i want to f-ck in the mirror, i like to look at your face when you in it
come in the room and i’m giving commands
i am the captain and he the lieutenant
i need that neck like a mothaf-ckin’ pendant
need you to spit, make that motherf-cker glisten
tell him “shut up!” make that motherf-cker listen
i bet he gon’ like it, he won’t do no tripping

[verse 5: travis scott]
runnin’, runnin’ ’round for the thrill
yeah, dawg, dawg, ’round my real (gang)
raw, raw, i been pourin’ to the real (drank)
nah, nah, nah, they not back of the vip (in the vip)
gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel
ah, this my life, i did not choose
uh, been on this since we was kids
we gon’ stay on top and break the rules
uh, i fill my mind up with ideas

[chorus]
case it’s fumes
she fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
i’m the highest in the room (i’m the highest, it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here

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