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NEW HIGH (feat. Don Toliver) letra


New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

You like to only call when it appropriate to you (ah, hoo)
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see through (through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to beverly hills (hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (feel)
I'm inside em', big trucks baby, huh (baby)
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh (baby, uh)
Promise, I won't fuck wit' them baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7 rick owen (rick owen)
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw (bang)
When the app side get four m's, I'm like: Oh my God, I need those
And I like when you pull a bend-over, yeah, when you're reachin' your toes
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like a motherfuckin' lyfestyler
I move through life- through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I fuck with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like the pope
I was doin' shit on the snow

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

I get ricky denim, yes, a lot, like, come on
A bag full of cash, you can smell that I'm on
My lifestyle crazy, I can't talk on the phone
I whip it out the pot, it looks like grey poupon
Check up on my, and, ooh, she was
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You say you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

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