(Intro)
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Get higher baby
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Uh
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Get higher baby
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Get higher baby
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Uh
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Yea
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(Verse)
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Got a piece for all the drama
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Walkin round like the president Obama
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Yea you see me with a team, we brought in the Secret Service
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Drop it down, baby girl you know it¡¯s worth it
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Heard you lookin for the shit, go get some tissue
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Let¡¯s pay some bills, pockets fatter than a swisha
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It¡¯s like a ship Shawty bout to drop another missile
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Put this bottle to yo lips
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Baby girl and French kiss it
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Pour up, mo shots in the burner
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All I see is ass, probably lookin so perverted
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Getting money is the crime
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Baby guilty is the verdict
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We up
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(Hook)
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
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(Verse)
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The king had a dream, I think I¡¯m livin it
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They say the sour cus they ridin in a limit
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Head to the sky, it ain¡¯t a limit
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But you got about a minute, girl don¡¯t make a bad decision
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Is you rockin with the team or the opposition?
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Put you in the game, just gotta play your position
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See you the baddest here, ain¡¯t gotta hold a petition
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Playin wit yo straw, I¡¯ve been starrin at you sippin
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Turn up, mo shots in the burner
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Sayin that you straight as a arrow, I can turn ya
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Baby ain¡¯t nobody flyer, round here you can feel the turbulence
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(Hook)
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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Higher, get higher baby
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
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You ain¡¯t innocent at all, it¡¯s fuckin murda
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Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
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Nah, no angels allowed
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(Verse)
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Baby you ain¡¯t innocent, caught up in that whirl
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And molly in the evening, girls kissin girls
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And I ain¡¯t here to judge it all, tryna get my twirl in
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Benefits of fuckin with him, shittin on yo girlfriends
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The party girls run at night baby
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Ha, cuz boring bitches ain¡¯t my type ladies
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Mix it up, I¡¯m in the freeze, vanilla white lady
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And got rich sellin all this ice ice baby
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Murda murda, shots coming from everywhere
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Glow in the dark, them keys flowin heavy here
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Yuh, another movie in the making
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Starring all these bitches on these couches half naked
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Push
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Murda
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