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High Video (MV)




Performed By: Ro Immortal
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Rolan Charles




Ro Immortal - High Lyrics
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Smoking dope i get high high
My oops go bye bye
Don't want yo hoe
I say hi hi
I f*ck then bye bye
Can't drive nothing slow
Always hitting the gas
When 12 be on my ass
And that's fasho
We don't trap at stores
Catch us in apartments
Chilling with yo hoe
He can't rap they garbage
Send shots for every lyric they wrote
Make em say they sorry
I'll put em 6 ft in the dirt
Don't claim 67 spank lil nigga
If you ain't never put in no work
We all know how bullets feel
That's why we stay shooting shit up first
All that trolling on the gram
Nigga
Show me y'all gun work
I'm in the gallo shopping
Counting money
Kicking shit flirting with clerks
Don't let her get in my whip
Head game fye almost kissed the curb
She wanna purse gotta wait till I nut
We just friends
Stop doing to much
Never had shit
I'm new with money
I'll drop a bag
Run this money
Mama been told me this world ain't sunny
Give a bitch money
She'll eat til it's gummy
Up my standards
Can't fw nothing bummy
Yo jeweler cool
He ain't f*cking with Johnny
My bitch gangster
She something like bonnie
Send shots
Dump back
They know how we coming
Shit on em
F*ck up they toilet
Need plumbing
Big Dooley truck coming thru
Just humming
She ain't never ever seen
A nigga this cunning
She ain't never ever had
A nigga with money
Heard he ran off with a ounce
He crummy
Book and street smart
I ain't no dummy
I'm so intelligent
Can't put nothing pass me
Young nigga love swinging that stick
From the back seat
Ro where yo heart
Left that shit
With the past me
Which car you want
Shit the one with the fast speed
My main and side acting like
They Siamese
I ain't tucking shit
Nigga gone have to come try me
I'll blow yo ass down
You gone have to come find me
Smoking dope i get high high
My oops go bye bye
Don't want yo hoe
I say hi hi
I f*ck then bye bye
Can't drive nothing slow
Always hitting the gas
When 12 be on my ass
And that's fasho
We don't trap at stores
Catch us in apartments
Chilling with yo hoe
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Smoking dope i get high high
My oops go bye bye
Don't want yo hoe
I say hi hi
I f*ck then bye bye
Can't drive nothing slow
Always hitting the gas
When 12 be on my ass
And that's fasho
We don't trap at stores
Catch us in apartments
Chilling with yo hoe
He can't rap they garbage
Send shots for every lyric they wrote
Make em say they sorry
I'll put em 6 ft in the dirt
Don't claim 67 spank lil nigga
If you ain't never put in no work
We all know how bullets feel
That's why we stay shooting shit up first
All that trolling on the gram
Nigga
Show me y'all gun work
I'm in the gallo shopping
Counting money
Kicking shit flirting with clerks
Don't let her get in my whip
Head game fye almost kissed the curb
She wanna purse gotta wait till I nut
We just friends
Stop doing to much
Never had shit
I'm new with money
I'll drop a bag
Run this money
Mama been told me this world ain't sunny
Give a bitch money
She'll eat til it's gummy
Up my standards
Can't fw nothing bummy
Yo jeweler cool
He ain't f*cking with Johnny
My bitch gangster
She something like bonnie
Send shots
Dump back
They know how we coming
Shit on em
F*ck up they toilet
Need plumbing
Big Dooley truck coming thru
Just humming
She ain't never ever seen
A nigga this cunning
She ain't never ever had
A nigga with money
Heard he ran off with a ounce
He crummy
Book and street smart
I ain't no dummy
I'm so intelligent
Can't put nothing pass me
Young nigga love swinging that stick
From the back seat
Ro where yo heart
Left that shit
With the past me
Which car you want
Shit the one with the fast speed
My main and side acting like
They Siamese
I ain't tucking shit
Nigga gone have to come try me
I'll blow yo ass down
You gone have to come find me
Smoking dope i get high high
My oops go bye bye
Don't want yo hoe
I say hi hi
I f*ck then bye bye
Can't drive nothing slow
Always hitting the gas
When 12 be on my ass
And that's fasho
We don't trap at stores
Catch us in apartments
Chilling with yo hoe
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Writer: Rolan Charles
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