Lyrics Rick Ross – Super High

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Verse 1: Rick Ross
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin’ with my goons

Chorus: Ne-Yo
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes… to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are…. we are…. super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

{Bring your sexy ass here baby}

Verse 2: Rick Ross
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain’t ever, ever, ever gotta take ’em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin’ in the mountains, shittin’ on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it’s American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters’ll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast

Chorus

Bridge: Rick Ross
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I’m super fly, I’m super high
You gettin’ yours? I’m gettin’ mine

Verse 3: Ne-Yo
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I’m sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday’s in October
Strawberry and her Rosé on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it’s populated and get
durty

Rick Ross
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look

Ne-Yo
Put your eyes to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Bridge: Rick Ross

Scratched several times
What the fuck are they yellin’ ?

Super hiiighhh