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p.o.l.o. f.r.e.s.h. - high with you lyrics

[hook: p.o.l.o f.r.e.s.h.]
uh, she hit me up like round two
i said whats good babe? tell me what you trynna do
and then she said, can i go get high with you?
i said most def ma, bring your girls and fall through
(winners)
uh, she hit me up like round two
i said whats good babe? tell me what you trynna do
and then she said, can i go get high with you?
i said most def ma, bring your girls and fall through

[verse 1: a-train]
can i go get high with you, that’s what she said to me
i said yeah sure, then i get this strange feeling
later learning that her company is what i’ve been feening
the way her lips hit that bong paints a picture so vivid
ha, get your mind out the gutter
looking past her glossy eyes i see something that i ain’t seen in others
talking about ambition, something that these broads is missing
mesmerized by her truth didn’t notice she was twisting
kicking it, chopping it up, something like some judo
hit it twice reverse card, like a game of uno
where this high will take us who know
or who knew, that what we got right here
is so new but so true, and no lose
i meant no loss, cause my mind gets lost
i’ll let you be the queen as long as you don’t touch my weed
and don’t you blow my high, or don’t you k!ll my vibe
ha, just kidding go ahead and p-ss me that pipe

[hook]

[verse 2: p.o.l.o. f.r.e.s.h.]
uh, plaid chukka polo boots, so many strands in my pandora
box, that sh-ts smell like some fruity loops
double dutch with b-tches you be jumping to get attention from
it’s just me, my b-tch, my light, and all my winners son
don’t feel lucky if you get you one
we threw the game to give you some
now soak it up young padawan, i’m obi-wun when rolling up
the yoda, yeah sativa’d up and coned out
i’m back off in my zone now, there’s plenty weed on the
table so you gotta roll your own pal
ninth green convos’ over callaways and cobras
as i puff with stock holders, i’m just trying to be a mogul
all this money is the motive, do the hustle off the flowing
give you tunes to jam when smoking, this for my lavish katz
and my hardcore loungers, who be walking in the spot
get mad b-tches surrounding, cause they know that we the island
and that’s why they -ss stay hounding, ain’t like them
pinnochio’s lying, ask your girl we about it

[hook]

[outro: p.o.l.o. f.r.e.s.h.]
yeah, and then she said
can i go get high with you

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