High Life Lyrics

Yeah, It's B.o.B.o.B.o.B
So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high
Like ticket holders when the season started
It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
Niggas handcuffing hoes like the police department
You think you flying but you really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigga, you're stalling
They say pop means being popular to the population
So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces
What you blaze in a week, that's what I start my day with
My checks worth more than your net worth
I got a network about the size of the next earth
I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
I'm living a dream, I never once wet the bed first you dig
So what should I do with so much hate? Well fuck it, I turn crabs into bucket to a buffetBob - High Life - http://motolyrics.com/bob/high-life-lyrics.html
And beef to a filet that's a full course entrée
And girl I turn that avocado into some guacamole
So Spanish girls only, we can skip the foreplay
Roll up some good … and stay high for 4 days
We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
My cup running over but I won't put my cup down
You haters cheer leading while I'm out here running touch downs
But I won't be ran down, I run shit, you run down…
Blowing whistles like please get the sun down
Me I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down
But still I'm straight Pent housed up all kinds of space
No time to play cause I know they don't …But still I'm blaze, so many … don't need no shadesLiving that straight life, I think my passport need no space
Haha, it's B.o.B bitch
All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no
I don't even know why I got smoked for man its like, its like I cant even get just a little bit, at all
But still man, you know how I do it
Grand hustle in the building, yo TIP comin home soon so you it's a problem, yo, finna go get it