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(Yes sir, hey, yes sir) Yeah
(Hey) Look

You was there standin' all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite

Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my—


Everyday Aminé gon' ball so you know I make the hoes say, "Hey"
Fuckin' niggas up until the beat get played
Shawty wanna fuck until she get saved
Club promoters wanna act like they know me
Club promoters wanna be my homies
Bad news nigga, you ain't really the homie
Bad news nigga, you ain't really the homie
Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely
L-I-E and then you back on your lonely
Fuck with me and now you always horny
Fuck with him and now you want more money
Corny niggas get no love
Corny bitches get no love
Thinks I'm wrong, maybe it's them drugs
Sike, it's you and we singin' to the club, like

You was there standin' all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite

Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my—

Ah, don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
Please don't fuck up my high
You do it like, the minimum, the minimum, the minimum
The minimum, the minimum, the minimum


Are you mad? Must be out of your mind
You look so sad, have a spliff, get high
She bad, yeah, she rackin' up ten lines
Come and take a walk on the wild side
And I bet nobody fuckin' up my vibe
Ain't nobody take the bump out my stride
And the mans don't dance, got too much pride
When we raise our glass he go glass in the eye
Eye for an eye make the whole world blind
Don't fuck up my high
High as Hell with your YSL
Drip's on, lookin' like a Mademoiselle
See you pretty in pink, can I tickle you?
Like, can I have a look at your caramel?
Tell your boyfriend, "Gonna be home late"
Spend your money like a tax rebate

You was there standin' all night
Your heartbeat matchin' with the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you ball for me in spite

Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my—

Yeah, don't bring me down
Bring me down, down
Don't bring me down
Bring me down, down
I said, "Don't bring me down"
"Bring me down, down, down, down, down, down"
Don't bring me down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down, don't bring me
Don't bring me down, don't, shh, ayy
Got me down, you got me down, down
You got me down, you got me down, down
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down, down, down
Don't bring me down, down, down

Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high
Please don't fuck up my high, my—

Ah, don't fuck it up
I got energy, energy, haha
Energy, energy, bitch
I got energy, energy

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