Better High Freestyle

Is our love real?
Girl don't tell a lie
The shit that me and you seen they don't televise
I see what I need when I look in them eyes
You my coke bleed you my Heroine

Tryna' be up in them thighs
Bitch wanna fiend? I'm a better high
Watched her hit the cream, she was mesmerized
Bloody bloody red, she got demon eyes

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pure as candy
Smoking, sipping brandy
Driving daddy beamer
Tinted windows
You can't see her
When we riding through the city
Sometimes you gotta let the past go, say good riddance

That's the margarita walk
Baby off the alcohol
Stumbling through Bellevue mall
High off a adderall
Girl you tweaking...

Everyday's a weekend for you huh
You a deacon's baby huh
You a demon in disguise
You a angel in the daytime, evil in the night
God damn

Girl you the baddest
Swear that ass cause traffic
She's in her bag, that's not ratchet
Stop hating on her, you don't have it
I put my life online
Until you get a life, don't talk bout' mine



Credits
Writer(s): Arman Shams
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