Текст Lil’ Phat – High As A Mother Fucker

You know what it is, and you know what it does
The ?? black and bolo, supply all my drugs
Sellin H to get the baddest bitch in the club
Can’t forget my big homie, Trap-a-Holic

Now I know I’m fresh and I’m clean
And ian leavin the house if my swag ain’t with me
Kuz I be flyer than a motherfucka
Now only that but I be higher than a motherfucka
Higher than a motherfucka

Verse 1:
I’m still a juvie for a minute but got all the women
It’s no mo levi’s fa me, I’m rockin True Religion
It’s no mo red syrup neither, we got purple back
A quarter pound on my bus, we finna murder that
Take the bitch and show her to my click oh you know how it go
If it ain’t the ?? look ian gon buy it kuz I know how it smoke
I’m steady coughin kuz I gotta treat my lungs right
Fuck the 1st one up but I’m a roll it till it’s done right
Then I’m a light it and holla, I’m high asa kite
Like my brother webbie, mr. fuck ya bitch the 1st night
Leave the mall polo down, do this shit year round
This one here smoke sum, can put the pills down
Marvin roll another blunt kuz you ain’t gettin lean
Go take ya shot bitch kuz you ain’t finna die on me
Yea… me and my niggas we straight up with it
Fill it up and lookin fa a bitch to buss ha open

Chorus:
Now I know I’m fresh and I’m clean
And ian leavin the house if my swag ain’t with me {fuck thatt}

Verse 2:
True Religion jeans, stickin with my Polo tee
I be the youngin you ont know me till you notice me
And I be fucked up, when I got dopamine
None of that white girl shit, straight pulparee
Smokin and screamin I’m tha shit untill I go to sleep
Don’t got a ?? tracks, B real got some more fa me
I like a big fine bitch call em horses
And I be fuckin horses, like I’m ralph lauren
Shid, you know I be doin the yougin thang
Kall my daddy millionare mel turk the stuntin mane
Big diamond chain make yo bitch fall in llove
You know what it is, and you know what it does
The ?? black and bolo, supply all my drugs
Sellin H to get the baddest bitch in the club
Can’t forget my big homie, Trap-a-Holic
We in the bulindin cuttin up ohh we retarted

Chorus:
Now I know I’m fresh and I’m clean
And ian leavin the house if my swag ain’t with me {fuck that}
Now I know I’m fresh and I’m clean
That’s why these niggas hoes, they be strictly on me
Kuz I be flyer as a muthafucka
Now only that man I be high asa muthafucka {oh I be high as a motherfucka}
Kuz I be flyer as a muthafucka
Now only that man I be high asa muthafucka
Roll me another Swisha