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Yeah (High) High, yeah (Yeah) High, yeah (Yeah, yeah) High, uh, yeah High, uh yeah (Yeah) High, uh, yeah (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh) (Yeah) 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 High, yeah (Yeah High, yeah (Yeah, yeah) High, uh, yeah High, uh yeah (Yeah) High, uh, yeah Yeah, huh