Super High / Perfect Joint Lyrics

feat. 64 Chris

I prolly be high in about 10 minutes so listen
Niggas see shit getting big so now they beginning to stress
I got my eye one in the head

Every day I wake, I run in the bread
I could give a fuck what none of them said
Suck my dick they bitch ass need to find a hustle instead

[Hood]
My bitch roll my weed up, my bitch is like 3 somes
I'm too god damn fly for y'all, what you think I rock these wings for?
We g'd up like red and green, always strapped, never scared to squeeze
Live house motherfucking weed burners
All they smelled was kush after we left the scene
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high

In the bluest skies, please don't shoot us down
Any hoe who ain't let me fuck in the past
I bet she will do it now
Stupid loud, it's hard to see us through the clouds
And they can't turn around, if it ain't a group of 2 cute groupies now
Game tight, I could persuade a bitch that the sky blue, aruma now
And they loose they mind when it's over
Cause real shit bitches can't do without
Playalistic, stupid south, swaggerific bitch I shine no matter who around
All I need is my crew around, live house, 64,this love paper ain't shit
Cause we about to get more
The only reason they hate is cause they really don't get dough
And I can't go nowhere without my motherfucking pistol
Cause I'm not just anybody, I'm that nigga bitch
And you would never meet a young nigga as real as chris
This a experience, hex mode, I rock that burberry shit like it's some polo
These sucker nigga bitches still fucking the crew
The only thing new is they favorite excuses
Screaming yolo, fuck the popo
Cause we commit crimes, I don't care how you get yours
Don't worry bout how I get mine
Fuck the whole world, except my own girl
For like the 5th or the 6th
And if your bitch say we used to fuck around and I hit
But she never suck dick, dumb ass nigga, that bitch lying!

[Hood]
My bitch roll my weed up, my bitch is like 3 somes
I'm too god damn fly for y'all, what you think I rock these wings for?
I'm too god damn fly for y'all, what you think I rock these wings for?
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
Nigga I'm super high, nigga I'm super high
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I'm good as long as my weed good
I'm good as long as my weed good
I'm good as long as my weed good
I say I'm good as long as my weed good
Damn right I'm on my high horse
I know I'm just a die for
Them niggas know they ain't really fucking with me
Every time I leave the house I'm just a sight to see
And bitch I be that nigga, when it come to money and bitches
I'm pretty sure you know I got plenty
And all the bad bitches already know we live
And we don't take a lot of energy to get it
And if she came fucking nothing, I'ma send her bout her bizness, oho
She's fine, last thang you wanna do is blow my high
9 times out of 10 I got money on my mind
Tryina stack them god damn hundreds baby, I ain't got no time

[Hook]
Baby this might be the perfect joint
I'm good as long as my weed good
I'm good as long as my weed good
Baby this might be the perfect joint
I'm good as long as my weed good
I'm good as long as my weed good
I say I'm good as long as my weed good
Baby this might be the perfect joint

High as fuck in a perfect world
And if she do it all and got long hair
In my book she the perfect girl
And since them broke niggas shitted on the
Baby girl got them most love for me
Cause I cut a check every now and then
Even though I fuck for free and being shown don't really mean nothing
Cause I like how I just can't love em
And if she is in a real relationship,
Most likely the nigga sucker
Getting high, we can never get enough of
What for, we just live it
We don't fuck around with the tard drugs
We just roll up and get trippy
Put her up on that g pin, dabbing all on the go
Experimenting with different hashes, that sure to have her on the floor
Like fuck stress, fuck worries, we zoned out lost in paradise
Matter fact when we finished with this billion purp
Let's smoke again some barry white, real talk
Hah, but shit, telling me this, telling me that
Since she smoke with me, she don't wanna go back
I got a lesson that I like to teach
And here it is baby, don't waste my weed
But you remember how barry would have said it, though
He would have said it with a deep fly voice
You wanna sing it how barry said this shit

I'm good as long as my weed good
I'm good as long as my weed good.