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PERFORMING ARTISTS
HS Kash
HS Kash
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khallel Washington
Khallel Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddy Rivers
Eddy Rivers
Producer

Lyrics

High Society oh my yeah I don't see nobody I was down bad tryna figure out Who got me Ran back to mommy Yeah I don't see nobody She want me to spend some money Just so she can Love me Pretty lil bitch she gon leave when it get Ugly Ima take this wokhardt to the neck I lost my dawg Like a missing pet But I'm still praying god patek me Patek philippe Probably a reach But I'll settle for some baguettes And I been tryna stack them Aretha Franklin's In my hood OG's respect me like I seen my dawg in a hearse And that shit hurt me the worst And even though I'm sipping drink Man I'm still thirsty for percs And even though a nigga sing Man I'll still shoot let it burst Feel like a gift and a curse Sit back light a pre-roll She keep lying Leo I'm still waiting for keemo Blick em we moving on the Dlow They gon have to find em Nemo And it's murder she But I feel like it's murder he wrote And I'll show courtesy But bitch you sliding after the throat I don't see nobody I was down bad tryna figure out Who got me Ran back to mommy Yeah I don't see nobody She want me to spend some money Just so she can Love me Pretty lil bitch she gon leave when it get Ugly She gon leave if I don't got no pape Fuck around and put a bag On his head Like I'm willing to up the stake Reaky really'll up the drac Like no we not boxing Cassius Clay Like we tryna box him Packed away And I'm on the block Tryn catch a play Like I'm in the mood If she in the mood She pulling up on me She know what to do I'm in the trenches On that avenue We be right in the five Niggas dropping the two I ain't driving the boat Bout to cop me a deuce Like I'm tryna fuck her on some Slow shit Yeah She knowing fetty get bread But a nigga never loafing Yeah I might just cop me a fit Take a flick and never post it Yeah And this bitch stuck to my hip Like a And this bitch stuck to my hip Like a mother fucking post it Baby Bad lil bitch I get her Wetter than the navy Oh ahh Do the most On the road Sipping slow cause I be getting wild Been a while Hold me up cause I'm tired of being Down baby I don't see nobody I was down bad tryna figure out Who got me Ran back to mommy Yeah I don't see nobody
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