Higher Baby Lyrics

Fire baby, fire baby
That fire baby, smoking all these blunts up
I gotta roll the next one
Fire baby, fire baby
She's trying to get with me
But you gotta bring that sticky
So high, high, high, I feel so stuck
Hold up, gotta wake up, to another blunt
Wait up, wait up, … got another dutch, got another dutch
I don't even know what to say
Just got fired from my job today
So now I need to smoke my troubles away
Wish I could buy weed with some medicate
Don't take the piff for granted, get so high
Discover new planets, time flies by when your high, high, high
Don't know where I'm landing, I gotta make me a sandwich
Cause the munchies kicking in,
Break it down, roll it up, light it now, smoke it up
Pass and puff, pass and puff
Choking up, 50's and 100's that sticky I want it
Get with me, get blunted, get tipsy, 6 stomach
Yes, no lie, 's get high, so high, snow sky
Suit fly, bow tie, shoes by, …
Whole pie, we serve, cl, we swerve
Fish scale, … in hell, we earth
Pushing bricks sour smell kush and lit fly
And sell booking trip towers, fellbush and shit
Ain't that some shit
Eye balls red, pass that shit
Pockets on full I ain't even gotta gas that shit
Fire baby, fire baby
That fire baby, smoking all these blunts up
I gotta roll the next one
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She's trying to get with me
But you gotta bring that sticky
So high, high, high, I feel so stuck
Hold up, gotta wake up, to another blunt
Wait up, wait up, … got another dutch, got another dutch
I been rolling and smoking that kush, kush, kush
And I just keep choking and twicking
Crack another dutch, roll another blunt
Know that …will really get you high
I'm bout to flip this my last piece of pie
Smell it, I like it, I want it
I remember niggas have 5 on it
No more o's, quarter pound, whole pound
You ain't know, know now
Merry goes, go round
I don't pass, on your own
This the boss' stuff, I don't care I don't share
My weed it cost too much
But I might pass it off to my bitches
Come kiss me, my pubic hair is the mistletoe
Miser clean she left your brother done
…roll up another one
Another one, wait, wait another two
…pass them shits to another crew
Fire baby, fire baby
That fire baby, smoking all these blunts up
I gotta roll the next one
Fire baby, fire baby
She's trying to get with me
But you gotta bring that sticky
So high, high, high, I feel so stuck
Hold up, gotta wake up, to another blunt
Wait up, wait up, … got another dutch, got another dutch