MellowHigh, Juicy J - LIFT lyrics
[MellowHigh, Juicy J - LIFT lyrics]
We trippy nigga, hella far out (trippy)
I'm on the track with Juicy J
Bitch eat your heart out haters like
"what's the fucking odds I
Pull the cards out?" not a shooting star
But high enough to shoot the stars out
Sipping on some syrup, and I'm feeling great
Chilling with this girl, I'm finna penetrate
Na she ain't mine, I ain't cuffing
I'm a renegade
Skeeting in her face, hit the dougie
Bitch I'm getting paid
Doms in this ho, chilling on the ceiling
Smoking my prescription, how you doing
How you feeling? It's not for the weak
Strong drugs might kill em
I'mma hop in the beach
Crispier than white linen
And I'm faded like a washed black tee
Mad tree
If you need the loud sheep, ask me, I'm deep
Influenced underneath, I'm good, no sleep
Nowhere near me, up 30, 000 feet bitch
It's like I'm high in the airport
And they know I'm faded
No problems escalated
Man, we ain't the ones to play with
Juicy J 30, 000 feet
30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet
Domo Genesis i'm coming down but I
Ain't touching the ground
Flyest nigga around
G6 high in the clouds bitch
Juicy J 30, 000 feet
30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet
Juicy J be high as hell
Get that drink I might as well
Find a bitch and sock the bitch
And give her dick, but please, don't tell
Trippy hoes with trippy niggas
Paper planes and plenty swishas
Need something? I know them niggas
? gone, I know the nigga
Shots, shots, everybody taking shots
Smoking and I'm sipping
Stumbling through the parking lot
Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs
Bad model bitch
I'm trying hit her where it hurts
Medication proper, I got it from the doctor
Tonight's a celebration
Roll them blunts up like a?
Might die, might die, might die
Walkies been around, Bombay straight
Bitch I need another round
I tell my mans I'm on the way to the show
Grab the bottles, call the models on the way
Let's go niggas leaning in the Lex
No need for a stretch
Return typos when I receiving text
I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for sex
Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X
YZ, I'm the nigga you might see
In need of Visine
Blood shed on the crime scene
Colors for the summer fire works
Which I observe
Mary Jane is nymph, she gon die a perv
Police may pull me over, cuz shit
I might serve i blow the smoke in they face
I got a lot of nerve
My life is like a strobe light
You turn me off i pro light up the weed
And pour some fucking drink that
Give me fix I need
OFWG overseas, 30, 000 feet
I'm on the track with Juicy J
Bitch eat your heart out haters like
"what's the fucking odds I
Pull the cards out?" not a shooting star
But high enough to shoot the stars out
Sipping on some syrup, and I'm feeling great
Chilling with this girl, I'm finna penetrate
Na she ain't mine, I ain't cuffing
I'm a renegade
Skeeting in her face, hit the dougie
Bitch I'm getting paid
Doms in this ho, chilling on the ceiling
Smoking my prescription, how you doing
How you feeling? It's not for the weak
Strong drugs might kill em
I'mma hop in the beach
Crispier than white linen
And I'm faded like a washed black tee
Mad tree
If you need the loud sheep, ask me, I'm deep
Influenced underneath, I'm good, no sleep
Nowhere near me, up 30, 000 feet bitch
It's like I'm high in the airport
And they know I'm faded
No problems escalated
Man, we ain't the ones to play with
Juicy J 30, 000 feet
30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet
Domo Genesis i'm coming down but I
Ain't touching the ground
Flyest nigga around
G6 high in the clouds bitch
Juicy J 30, 000 feet
30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet 30, 000 feet
Juicy J be high as hell
Get that drink I might as well
Find a bitch and sock the bitch
And give her dick, but please, don't tell
Trippy hoes with trippy niggas
Paper planes and plenty swishas
Need something? I know them niggas
? gone, I know the nigga
Shots, shots, everybody taking shots
Smoking and I'm sipping
Stumbling through the parking lot
Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs
Bad model bitch
I'm trying hit her where it hurts
Medication proper, I got it from the doctor
Tonight's a celebration
Roll them blunts up like a?
Might die, might die, might die
Walkies been around, Bombay straight
Bitch I need another round
I tell my mans I'm on the way to the show
Grab the bottles, call the models on the way
Let's go niggas leaning in the Lex
No need for a stretch
Return typos when I receiving text
I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for sex
Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X
YZ, I'm the nigga you might see
In need of Visine
Blood shed on the crime scene
Colors for the summer fire works
Which I observe
Mary Jane is nymph, she gon die a perv
Police may pull me over, cuz shit
I might serve i blow the smoke in they face
I got a lot of nerve
My life is like a strobe light
You turn me off i pro light up the weed
And pour some fucking drink that
Give me fix I need
OFWG overseas, 30, 000 feet