CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BEZA (HIGHER)
Guess who's back in ya area?
Oh no dawg, these bars are getting scarier
I take back the times I said that I would marry ya
Why? 'Cause you scary bruh
Yeah, yea you scare me, bruh (Uh)
Halle Berry bruh (Uh)
Type of haircut
Making shows and the freshest clothes
I'm tryna be like Larry bruh (Uh)
Talking [?], yeah yeah yeah
Talking gang sh*t, yeah yeah yeah
Is you bangin'? Yeah yeah yeah
Recruit your main one, yeah yeah yeah
We're around
Voices talkin restlеss, man you need to slow down
BROCKHAMPTON the troops, and the rest of y'all is clowns
Hold it down for now
Likе the year is two thou', thou', thou', thou'
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, ain't nobody fantasize me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, ain't nobody fantasize me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah (Cool)
Don't settle, move away from the ghetto
Put your family somewhere special
If you love her you should tell her
Ain't no pretty way to paint it
This love could rearrange it
I'm still hanging 'round with my boys that I came with
It's beautiful, ain't it?
The way that you play me
I'd either end up as Lupe or Jay-Z
I still remember when Noah said he wasn't buying my image
Don't make god, he did it better
Now look, I'm here forever
Even if I never end up as a Jackson
Some [...] only make it to the game just to pay they taxes
And pay rent
And keep the way I'm laughing, that's it
Saying they [?]
To me what it is
Cooking bass, cooking lamb, cooking shrimp, b*t*h
Talking to they dogs, like they motherf**kin' trinks b*t*h
Demons so high, got the sky payin' rent, b*t*h
Players lit, let it slip
Keep the grip, keep the meat
After I leave, pack up b*t*h
I got some cash on me
Banging on they [?]
Till we get up on TV
Never change the channel
Keep remote on 43
Mama [?] get the morning made somethin' out of me
Outta us, all them boys, yeah we trust
b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h...
Oh no dawg, these bars are getting scarier
I take back the times I said that I would marry ya
Why? 'Cause you scary bruh
Yeah, yea you scare me, bruh (Uh)
Halle Berry bruh (Uh)
Type of haircut
Making shows and the freshest clothes
I'm tryna be like Larry bruh (Uh)
Talking [?], yeah yeah yeah
Talking gang sh*t, yeah yeah yeah
Is you bangin'? Yeah yeah yeah
Recruit your main one, yeah yeah yeah
We're around
Voices talkin restlеss, man you need to slow down
BROCKHAMPTON the troops, and the rest of y'all is clowns
Hold it down for now
Likе the year is two thou', thou', thou', thou'
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, ain't nobody fantasize me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah
One, two, three, they all try to copy
One, two, three, ain't nobody fantasize me
I'm higher, yeah
Still higher, yeah (Cool)
Don't settle, move away from the ghetto
Put your family somewhere special
If you love her you should tell her
Ain't no pretty way to paint it
This love could rearrange it
I'm still hanging 'round with my boys that I came with
It's beautiful, ain't it?
The way that you play me
I'd either end up as Lupe or Jay-Z
I still remember when Noah said he wasn't buying my image
Don't make god, he did it better
Now look, I'm here forever
Even if I never end up as a Jackson
Some [...] only make it to the game just to pay they taxes
And pay rent
And keep the way I'm laughing, that's it
Saying they [?]
To me what it is
Cooking bass, cooking lamb, cooking shrimp, b*t*h
Talking to they dogs, like they motherf**kin' trinks b*t*h
Demons so high, got the sky payin' rent, b*t*h
Players lit, let it slip
Keep the grip, keep the meat
After I leave, pack up b*t*h
I got some cash on me
Banging on they [?]
Till we get up on TV
Never change the channel
Keep remote on 43
Mama [?] get the morning made somethin' out of me
Outta us, all them boys, yeah we trust
b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h...
