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"High Life" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album 80's Baby, released 2010. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Dj Superstar J] Switch it up! (Switch it up) Damn! (Damn) Where I get this from? Haha! Know y’all DJ’s mad, but hey? HIGHLIFE! WOO! [Verse 1] Uh! New money, new cars, new house Since I get it like my neighbor I’m able to move south When I, made it to cable it came with a cool spouse I got my eyes on five, six more but who counts? Who would you be without niggas backin’ you, no capitol, half of you gon’ have to do Somethin’ damn near magical Im day dreamin’ of draggin’ you through the avenue, grabbin’ you by the collar, you Hollerin’ while I’m smackin’ you I ball like Bernard, Bob McAdoo None these niggas is friends it’s Contractual, my opposition black and blue The weed I smoke green and purple as I circle round the avenue Public enemy nigga with attitude Haven’t you heard you sleep on the street niggas’ll splatter you? Your low paid, no house, old grey Since some shit’ll never change I’m stuck in my old ways (Uh) [Chorus] Big bills stackin’ wrapped in all black and Mackin’ platnium rings and nice things Top notch fashion, flashin’ out the Aston Blastin’ you fastin’ I’m livin’ like king I- I’m doing my thing you know my name Money over bitches my nigga you know the game Ah-Ah doing my thing you know my name money over everything my nigga take it in stain (Stain) [Verse 2] Yeah! It’s two G’s baby and two S’s in southside haters leave on stretches We outside foe, thieves, don’t test us Fuck order no peace no justice You can’t justify luck, and mine fucked up Doin’ a hundred in a fly truck Kush highed up I made a promise to my momma when I decided to rap, that if everything existed I’d provide her with that, fourth and back With my opposition in rap when in fact They ain’t gotta pot to piss in and wack Me? In a maybach, pretty chick in my lap She don’t even listen to rap But she listen to me, B It’s still M.O.B. though, from zero, to kilo, see we know, the G so, you won’t get it from me hoe, No! I ain’t a sucka’ for the coon You either suckin’ or you fuckin’ or you leavin’ soon (Uh) [Chorus] Big bills stackin’ wrapped in all black and Mackin’ platnium rings and nice things Top notch fashion, flashin’ out the Aston Blastin’ you fastin’ I’m livin’ like king I- I’m doing my thing you know my name Money over bitches my nigga you know the game Ah-Ah doing my thing you know my name money over everything my nigga take it in stain
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