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 Rozay...wiz...roll up ladies and gentleman...spitta 
[Curren$y] 
You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint? 
I smoke with all mine, baby girl what's your point? 
Don't front 
You in the back of a long line 
Trying to get in cause only members inside 
Trees get twisted up like fingers and gang signs 
Purple kushes broke my fall 
I fell from a grape vine 
Super high, from the free throw line 
I'm drexler status, glide, ducking espionage 
Many jelous eyes scrutinize the rise 
But the jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds. 
It hurts to see me shine that's why they frowning all the time 
In they internet videos digital see befores 
Angry orangutan I'm arranging my sneakers 
I'm the action on the court 
You the gum stuck to the bleachers 
I think I'm paul pierce, I think I'm rondo 
High off the headband you dying on that hydro 
Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh 
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah 
[Wiz khalifa] 
I thought of this fresh off a bong rip 
My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me 
Running bath water playing her favorite songs while I get another one lit 
Don't usually smoke at all but you say tonight you'll take a hit that's understood 
From the smell and by what I payed, you know its good. 
Them niggas with me, they from the hood 
Now we throw parties in the sky, I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high. 
Champagne, more paper planes than you could fly, 
Them young niggas fail soon as they try 
When the paparazzi flash 
I be countin all this cash 
Plotin a million and how to build a mountain out of hash, come on... 
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) 
Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) 
Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh 
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah 
Rozay!! 
[Rick ross] 
I'm gettin money no illuminati 
My pain never went in vein it's all over my body 
Hit the spliff in my mr. bugatti 
Kick it with my little homies I'm mr. miyagi 
I gotta buy my niggas each a pound 
Tweakin up, ??, pass the reefer around 
Spittin only lethal rounds, speakers beatin down 
Not talkin much as when I say my niggas eatin now 
Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now 
Pina colada papers, smoke the garden of eden now 
Taylor gang is what we bleed about, jet setters in places you only read about. 
[Wiz khalifa] 
And now everywhere I go 
It's so strong they ask me where I get my smoke 
Bitches don't gotta guess they know 
I keep one rolled up, we can do what ever you want 
Smokin pina colada papers baby girl we don't fuck with the blunts...unless I'm with the boss 
[Rick ross] 
If your lookin for me you could find me in the guiness book, 
Only fly bitches ride with the boss take a look, I'm super fly... 
I'm super high, you get yours, I'm getting mine 
Super hiiiigh...super hiiiigh 
Ay yo waitress, I need another bottle of that rozay, I need another bottle of that rozay, 
I need another bottle of that rozay, just order, just order, another bottle of that...rozay 
Wiz...spitta....uhh  
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