Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
Aye finger on the pistol if he tries me
Huh pricey
Look at all my fist, I swear they pricey
Huh Icey
All these police trying to indict me
Hey pistol packing, I am not with fighting
Huh Visine
Yeah you know I'm putting that in my drink-
Huh High-C
Me and Nic we going up with High-C yeah
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
As soon as we pushing that gas up on that whip I swear we gone
We smoking that gas inside this whip I swear to god that's my cologne
My shit the fastest shit little bitch hop in you might not make it home
Yeah you might not make it home
But don't forget that
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant-Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
nic stic - Love Gets Me High (feat. Cayden) Lyrics
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Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
Aye finger on the pistol if he tries me
Huh pricey
Look at all my fist, I swear they pricey
Huh Icey
All these police trying to indict me
Hey pistol packing, I am not with fighting
Huh Visine
Yeah you know I'm putting that in my drink-
Huh High-C
Me and Nic we going up with High-C yeah
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
As soon as we pushing that gas up on that whip I swear we gone
We smoking that gas inside this whip I swear to god that's my cologne
My shit the fastest shit little bitch hop in you might not make it home
Yeah you might not make it home
But don't forget that
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant-Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
Aye finger on the pistol if he tries me
Huh pricey
Look at all my fist, I swear they pricey
Huh Icey
All these police trying to indict me
Hey pistol packing, I am not with fighting
Huh Visine
Yeah you know I'm putting that in my drink-
Huh High-C
Me and Nic we going up with High-C yeah
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love gets me high, gets me high
Yeah your love get me high
Please hit my phone she know its dry
Shorty baddest all the time
Che-Che- Check the status on my grind
Let my habits take a dive
And then rewind
Gonna be static in some time
You 'gon- you gonna have to wait and find-
As soon as we pushing that gas up on that whip I swear we gone
We smoking that gas inside this whip I swear to god that's my cologne
My shit the fastest shit little bitch hop in you might not make it home
Yeah you might not make it home
But don't forget that
I swear I got your thought up in my whip I swear she mine
Flew out the lot little bitch
I'm plotting this
Cant-Cant nobody steal my shine
I got that Prada on my wrist I told my bitch to hold my 9
She gonna put money in the bank
And she ain't even have to sign
Get behind me
F*ck it yeah lets celebrate, pine tree
My cup got green I'm flying
Aye he cannot pull that bitch he is trying
Writer: nic stic
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