Fredo, MIST - So High lyrics
[Fredo, MIST - So High lyrics]
Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
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 hitta to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again
Writin', rhymin' again
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Big 44 called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and Cali
Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
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
Girl, you got junk, know your boot is full
In the eyes of a thug, that is beautiful
When I'm on tour, you know who to call
I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable
Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all
Kilos, gram packs, we move it all
"Ay, Mist, are you takin' the piss?"
I swear you got a ring
That is made for a wrist
I swear I got a ting
That is made for my lips
I got a gun for him, I ain't making a diss
Gettin' so, so high, they hatin'
I can't say I don't know why
I'm feelin' scared when the po roll by
'Cause me and the bros got a pole close by
Bang!
Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
I was last year and I'm still the guy
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
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 hitta to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again
Writin', rhymin' again
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Big 44 called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and Cali
Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
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
Girl, you got junk, know your boot is full
In the eyes of a thug, that is beautiful
When I'm on tour, you know who to call
I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable
Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all
Kilos, gram packs, we move it all
"Ay, Mist, are you takin' the piss?"
I swear you got a ring
That is made for a wrist
I swear I got a ting
That is made for my lips
I got a gun for him, I ain't making a diss
Gettin' so, so high, they hatin'
I can't say I don't know why
I'm feelin' scared when the po roll by
'Cause me and the bros got a pole close by
Bang!
Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
She's so, so shy, until the night
I was last year and I'm still the guy