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Kill My High Video (MV)




Performed By: Limaj
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Jamil Pandey




Limaj - Kill My High Lyrics
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Flew to Hawaii, I'm escaping the weather
You see the belt, I'm rocking genuine leather
I like to double dip inside her for pleasure
Big booty broads they flock like birds of a feather
You see me now, I ain't the same, know I changed
I got used to making money with my gang
Pandemonium and chaos in my brain
Is it lucrative to f*ck this bitch today
No it ain't
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Knew I shoulda smoked up tonight
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Shawty keep on blowing my high
I wanna take a trip to Monaco
With like two-three suitcases
And get 45 handbags for my wife
While she sip moscato on ice
Don't that sound nice
Like you can see it
Ain't no thought behind her eyes
She a liar like a wolf she in disguise
Her panties all up in a bunch for the night
Lil mama mad cuz I ain't giving her no time
Pillow talking bout your girls, you a liar
Cuz your girl was in this bed the other night
She was telling me you ain't gon treat me right
She was feeling me and talking to me nice
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Knew I shoulda smoked up tonight
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Shawty keep on blowing my high
Like don't hate the player
I'm playing the game
What we be doing that shit is the same
Except I did it first
So now you in pain
And I'm boutta smoke with the gang
Don't you go
Creeping back into my life
Stay outta my life
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Flew to Hawaii, I'm escaping the weather
You see the belt, I'm rocking genuine leather
I like to double dip inside her for pleasure
Big booty broads they flock like birds of a feather
You see me now, I ain't the same, know I changed
I got used to making money with my gang
Pandemonium and chaos in my brain
Is it lucrative to f*ck this bitch today
No it ain't
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Knew I shoulda smoked up tonight
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Shawty keep on blowing my high
I wanna take a trip to Monaco
With like two-three suitcases
And get 45 handbags for my wife
While she sip moscato on ice
Don't that sound nice
Like you can see it
Ain't no thought behind her eyes
She a liar like a wolf she in disguise
Her panties all up in a bunch for the night
Lil mama mad cuz I ain't giving her no time
Pillow talking bout your girls, you a liar
Cuz your girl was in this bed the other night
She was telling me you ain't gon treat me right
She was feeling me and talking to me nice
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Knew I shoulda smoked up tonight
Don't you go creeping
Back inside of my life
Babygirl my feelings on ice
Shawty keep on blowing my high
Like don't hate the player
I'm playing the game
What we be doing that shit is the same
Except I did it first
So now you in pain
And I'm boutta smoke with the gang
Don't you go
Creeping back into my life
Stay outta my life
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Writer: Jamil Pandey
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