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High, yeah
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High, uh, yeah
High, uh yeah
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She wanna go there
She wanna go there, she wanna get some new clothes there
She want Paris, and Berlin, Tokyo
She said fuck everybody else, baby lets go
Said fuck everybody else, baby lets go
Yea that's my bitch, I'ma let you know
When I'm off the track gotta drive slow
Yea I gotta hold her down
No i cant let it go
Can't stay mad at her
We'll go and pop some tags at the store
Yo
And this Tokyo drip
Crash the car, just Tokyo drift
You got cheap shit up on yo hip
For this stick I just spent a lil zip
For this whip I'ma black out the rims
For that bitch ima show her I'm him
In the Jag, money on the trim
Clip long, never had it slim
Island hoe in the backseat hearing my music, say she love my harmonies
Nigga talking that shit
I'ma show him why his daughter wan' fuck on all of me
Tell me why is it hard to see
That I'm him I'm the chosen one
She with me so she live in the moment yeah
And its all on the line, ain't no time to fuck
Yeah
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