So High (feat. Fredo)
Fred again
Preditah
Uh
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem
So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem
Yeah, I do set trends
Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a - to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with -
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again (I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again
Yeah, it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends (Fred again)
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and -
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Yo, I've been stuck with my booty call
Furthermore, I fell in love with my booty call (woah)
Girl, you got junk, know your boot is full
In the eyes of a thug, that is beautiful (real)
When I'm on tour, you know who to call (hm)
I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable (uh)
Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all (real)
We move it all
Ay, Mist, are you takin' the -? (why?)
I swear you got a ring, that is made for a wrist (ha!)
I swear I got a ting, that is made for her lips (real)
I got a - for him, I ain't making a diss
Gettin' so, so high, they hatin'
And I can't say I don't know why (ahaha)
I'm feelin' scared when the po' roll by (why?)
'Cause me and the bros got a - close by (yeah)
Bang!
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
Preditah
Uh
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem
So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem
Yeah, I do set trends
Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a - to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with -
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again (I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again
Yeah, it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends (Fred again)
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and -
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Yo, I've been stuck with my booty call
Furthermore, I fell in love with my booty call (woah)
Girl, you got junk, know your boot is full
In the eyes of a thug, that is beautiful (real)
When I'm on tour, you know who to call (hm)
I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable (uh)
Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all (real)
We move it all
Ay, Mist, are you takin' the -? (why?)
I swear you got a ring, that is made for a wrist (ha!)
I swear I got a ting, that is made for her lips (real)
I got a - for him, I ain't making a diss
Gettin' so, so high, they hatin'
And I can't say I don't know why (ahaha)
I'm feelin' scared when the po' roll by (why?)
'Cause me and the bros got a - close by (yeah)
Bang!
(I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce P. Wilson, Toni Braxton, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Marvin William Bailey, Fred, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Nathan Chisanga
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