High End Lyrics – Chris Brown

High End Lyrics – Chris Brown
 High End Lyrics - Chris Brown Song Details:
Song: High End
Artist: Chris Brown
Album: Heartbreak on a Full Moon
Released: 2017
Genre: R&B/soul

High End Lyrics

High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ what
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

I’m on a high end jet
I’m ’bout to fly in set
Hop in a Cayenne skrrt
I was just glidin’ I was just glidin’
I just be stylin’ stylin’, style
I’m on a high end I’m on a high
I’m on a fly end eh, yeah
We ’bout to fly in yeah, ooh
Jump in the Cayenne jump in the Cayenne
Jump in the Cayenne skrrt, skrrt
Ran out of mileage ran out of mileage
Gotta go find it gotta go find it
Snatch up a thotty snatch up to a thotty
In a big body in a big body
Dripset Wu-Tang Dripset Wu-Tang
We like Shaolin we like Shaolin
What’s the total yeah, yeah
What’s the lick read what the lick read
Rockin’ Balenci’ rockin’ Balenci’
Whippin’ up big B’s whip up big B’s
What’s the total
What’s the list read
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille yeah
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores

Everything high end high end
I whip the Masi’ Masi’
I pop a half a perc half a perc
Make a deposit ‘posit
I am not from the Earth from the Earth
Stay on my fly shit fly shit
I’m flyin’ private private
On my Dubai shit ‘bai shit
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end high end
Everything high end high end
And you fake, nigga fake, nigga
Should retire retire
And you fuck niggas fuck niggas
Should get fired up fired up
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas Fed niggas
They be wired up wired up

Everything high end

Uh pew, pew
I wanna bargain on God
‘Bout to hit Khaled yeah
I want an X pill uh
I want a molly uh
I’ma get seasick seasick
From these diamonds from these diamonds
Eyes locked in uh huh
I would climb in let’s get it
She ’bout to climax yeah
Put the doors in knap sacks snacks
Put some ice on a basic bitch put some ice on a basic bitch
Put some hundreds in gem clips look like a thotty
Freaky in my car yeah
Maybach seat massage skrrt, skrrt
Backseat turn to bump yeah
Security outside like a guard damn
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog secure
Securin’ the spot like a guard secure the spot
I’m a big B like a wasp uh
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss yeah
400 racks on my car uh
Got a old mink on the floor damn
King Tut gotta say it’s old auction
Spend a milli’ at a store to get tags
Got my wrist like King Tut’s now go get that
Caught my first body, I was a man from there yeah
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that skrrt
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that yeah
Get it
Everything high end uh
I see it, it’s mine then I got it
I like it, I bought it it’s mine
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones…

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