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Super High (feat. Ne-Yo)

Rick Ross

Hip-Hop/Rap

Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Вокал
Ne-Yo
Ne-Yo
Вокал
Andre Cleghorn
Andre Cleghorn
Бас-гитара
Rennie Johnson
Rennie Johnson
Электрогитара
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
Программирование
Enchantment
Enchantment
Артист в сэмпле
N.W.A
N.W.A
Артист в сэмпле
Remedy
Remedy
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
William Roberts
William Roberts
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Jodd Knight
Jodd Knight
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Marco Richardson
Marco Richardson
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Emanuel Johnson
Emanuel Johnson
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Mike Stokes
Mike Stokes
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Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
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Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
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William DeVaughn
William DeVaughn
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Buddy L. Hank
Buddy L. Hank
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O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
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Marshall Jones
Marshall Jones
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Ralph Middlebrook
Ralph Middlebrook
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Walter Morrison
Walter Morrison
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Norman Napier
Norman Napier
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Andrew Noland
Andrew Noland
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Roger Parker
Roger Parker
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Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
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Marvin Pierce
Marvin Pierce
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Gregory Webster
Gregory Webster
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Eric Wright
Eric Wright
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Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
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CARTER, CHARLES C
CARTER, CHARLES C
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Shaffer Smith
Shaffer Smith
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
DJ Clark Kent
DJ Clark Kent
Продюсер
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Инженер звукозаписи
Scott Berger-Felder
Scott Berger-Felder
Инженер звукозаписи
Jaymz Hardy-Martin III
Jaymz Hardy-Martin III
Инженер звукозаписи
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Remedy
Remedy
Продюсер

Слова

From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather We shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah, this bitch a movie but this time I play a big part Fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Bring your sexy ass here, baby) I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these ho's Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel 20, 000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast She drop it down and bring it back, I like that I wanna buy my bitch every bag So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine Women of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars And I'm sitting with Miss October 'Cause my birthday's in October Strawberry and her rosé on I can see it in her eye and she wink and she toast me And later on we gonna mosey To a place less populated and get dirty If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high) What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high)
Writer(s): Mike Lee Stokes, Marshall Jones, Charles Carter, Marco Anthony Richardson, Jodd Vaughn Knight, Edward Devaugh William, Norman Bruce Napier, Emanuel Johnson, Andre Young, Steve Arrington, Roger Parker, Waung Hankerson, Eric Wright, Marvin R. Pierce, Andrew Noland, Walter Morrison, Gregory A. Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks, Leroy Bonner, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, William Leonard Roberts, Shaffer Smith, O'shea Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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