WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH Lyrics Translation in English

Translation
Something Wrong?

[Intro]

(80-80-808 Mafia)

(80-80-808 Mafia)

We just wanna get real high-igh-igh

We just wanna get real high-igh-igh

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)



[Verse 1]

That nigga know that bitch he got is mine, mine, mine

That guy knows that the girl he has is mine, mine, mine

That's your bitch and that's my bitch too, nigga, don't forget

That’s your girl and that’s my girl too, man, don’t forget

I was looking out my rearview, finger on the trigger

I was looking out my rearview, finger on the trigger

Switching bitches like tennis shoes, I damn near forget

Switching girls like tennis shoes, I nearly forget

I'm in love with my money, baby, I don't want shit

I’m in love with my money, baby, I don’t want anything



[Chorus]

Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse

Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse

Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off

Dog-ass girl, she’s just trying to suck my wrist off

All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk

All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk

Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk

Take the cocaine with me, they gon’ make a guy chain talk

Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw

Choosing on a pimp, I’m gonna slice it like a chainsaw

You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main ho

You little bitty shrimp, I’m gonna take a guy's main girl



[Verse 2]

Send her home to you, she don't wanna talk to you, her brain sore

Send her home to you, she doesn’t wanna talk to you, her head hurts

Grand remarkable, I get dollars like Diego

Grand remarkable, I get dollars like Diego

Grand National, made it skrrt outside the bando

Grand National, made it skrrt outside the bando

Two Glock 40s, they gon' call me Pluto Rambo

Two Glock 40s, they gon’ call me Pluto Rambo

Finessin' a sport, bitch, hand me the fork, yeah, yeah

Finessin’ a sport, girl, hand me the fork, yeah, yeah

Top like New York, bitch giving intercourse, yeah, yeah

Top like New York, girl giving intercourse, yeah, yeah

Drop-top Rolls-Royce like I ain't got a choice, 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

Bag it up and sell it and go cop me some Screw

Twenty-six Pirellis, put on brand new shoes

Twenty-six Pirellis, put on brand new shoes

Zero below, all this ice, catch the flu

Zero below, all this ice, catch the flu



[Chorus]

Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse

Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse

Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist off

Dog-ass girl, she’s just trying to suck my wrist off

All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk

All these blue strips, I might bust out and Crip walk

Take the cocaine with me, they gon' make a nigga chain talk

Take the cocaine with me, they gon’ make a guy chain talk

Choosin' on a pimp, I'ma slice it like a chainsaw

Choosing on a pimp, I’m gonna slice it like a chainsaw

You lil' bitty shrimp, I'ma take a nigga main ho

You little bitty shrimp, I’m gonna take a guy's main girl



[Verse 3]

I been tryna balance out the money with the dope

I’ve been trying to balance out the money with the dope

Too much drip, bitch gotta walk around with a float

Too much drip, girl gotta walk around with a float

Messy hoes know this bitch fucking on a GOAT

Messy girls know this girl’s fucking on a GOAT

They know what come with that ice, Chane'-ne', Coco

They know what comes with that ice, Chane’-ne’, Coco

I give bitches a lil' hype and then I adiós

I give girls a little hype and then I adiós

I got the Midas touch, extended Rolls-Royce Ghost

I got the Midas touch, extended Rolls-Royce Ghost

When I ain't got them hitters 'round, you still can't approach

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

Don’t make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go

Security for these bitches 'cause they ain't got no control

Security for these girls ’cause they ain’t got no control

Don't make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go

Don’t make me have to up this motherfucker and let it go

We just wanna get real high-igh-igh

We just wanna get real high-igh-igh

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