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letra de high class - theevibe

[intro]
(high class, high class, high class, high class)
(high ass, high ass, high ass, high ass)
you hoes know what the f-ckin’ vibes is

[chorus]
high class, high ass with a big bag
a top model, coke bottle, walkin’ with a woddle
i smoke b-tches, and yo’ n-gga givin’ me the gas
i’m back up on the scene, and b-tches know i’m on they ass
[verse]
i walk through, steppin’ b-tches with the louie v’s
her n-gga finna bow down, and eat it on the knees
i flash the wrist, and now these b-tches wanna say cheese
my body hot, neck cold, call it flash freeze
my flow sick, and these b-tches know i’m ill with it
my bars cold, and these b-tches can not deal with it
i’m mercenary on the beat, you know i’m k!llin’ it
my page a stock, thе way they jackin’ for my sk!ll and sh-t
i’m heatin’ up, but, b-tch, it’s really automatic
b-tchеs puttin’ up a act, but, no, i ain’t for all dramatics
me and you is not the same, i keep my movements more erratic
i’m ms. electro, the way i’m givin’ b-tches all the static
i stay cashy, walk flashy with a rockin’ body
i step through, and burn b-tches, i’ma f-ckin’ hottie
a bitty b-tch with the body on ten
i write the lyrics, can’t n0body push my f-ckin’ pen
i look good irl, you can’t f-ck with it
yo’ n-gga havin’ fantasies, ’cause he lovin’ it
yo’ career a edge, i’ma fade, b-tch, i’m cuttin’ it
lil’ b-tch, that’s just a d-ck, not a p-ssy, ho, you tuckin’ it
they watch the page, and like the story, my fanatic
can’t catch the beat, they gotta wheeze, b-tches really asthmatic
the top pick, ain’t gotta ask, b-tches know me
tell your b-tch to grab some skis, ’cause on the neck, it’s rainin’ snowy
i talk big, step big, ’cause i back it up
i’m takin’ spots, movin’ b-tches, tell ’em pack it up
i’m knockin’ b-tches heads, ’bout to catch another dub
she move up out my way knowin’ what the f-ck is up
you know my bars hot, so i gotta splash hoes
but i ain’t cuffed, so a n-gga gotta pass those
like i keep a cold neck, you know the sh-t froze
if it’s a n-gga, or the bag, the money what i chose
[chorus]
high class, high ass with a big bag
a top model, coke bottle, walkin’ with a woddle
i smoke b-tches, and yo’ n-gga givin’ me the gas
i’m back up on the scene, and b-tches know i’m on they ass

- theevibe

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