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Future - WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(80-80-808 Mafia) We just wanna get real high-igh-igh (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) That nigga know that bitch he got is mine, mine, mine That's your bitch and that's my bitch too, nigga, don't forget I was looking out my rearview, finger on the trigger Switching bitches, like, tennis shoes, I damn near forget I'm in love with my money, baby, I don't want shit Panamera view, inside my truck, like a penthouse Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main hoe Send her home to you, she don't wanna talk to you, her brain sore Grand remarkable, I get dollars like Diego Grand National, made it skrrt outside the bando Two Glock 40s, they gon' call me Pluto Rambo Finessin' a sport, bitch, hand me the fork, yeah, yeah Top like New York, bitch giving intercourse, yeah, yeah Drop-top Rolls-Royce like I ain't got a choice, yeah, yeah Bag it up and sell it and go cop me some Screw 26 Pirellis, put on brand new shoes Zero below, all this ice, catch the flu Panamera view, inside my truck, like a penthouse Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main hoe I been tryna balance out the money with the dope Too much drip, bitch gotta walk around with a float Messy hoes know this bitch fucking on a GOAT They know what come with that ice, Chane'-ne', Coco I give bitches a lil' hype and then I adiós I got the Midas touch, extended Rolls-Royce Ghost When I ain't got them hitters 'round, you still can't approach Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go Security for these bitches 'cause they ain't got no control Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go We just wanna get real high-igh-igh
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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