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Yeat - NEW HIGH Lyrics




[ Featuring Don Toliver ]

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

You like to only call when it appropriate to you (ah, hoo)
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see through (through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (feel)
I'm inside em', big trucks baby, huh (baby)
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh (baby, uh)
Promise, I won't f*ck wit' them baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7 like Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw (bang)
When the opp side get four M's, I'm like, "Oh my God, I need those"
And I like when you pull a bend-over, yeah, when you're reachin' your toes
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like a motherf*ckin' lyfestyler
I move through life- through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the crowd
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I f*ck with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
I was doin' shit on the snow

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

I get Ricky denim, yes, a lot, like, come on
A bag full of cash, you can smell that I'm on
My lifestyle crazy, I can't talk on the phone
I whip it out the pot, it looks like Grey Poupon
Check up on my diamonds, and, ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You say you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)
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New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

You like to only call when it appropriate to you (ah, hoo)
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see through (through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (feel)
I'm inside em', big trucks baby, huh (baby)
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh (baby, uh)
Promise, I won't f*ck wit' them baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7 like Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw (bang)
When the opp side get four M's, I'm like, "Oh my God, I need those"
And I like when you pull a bend-over, yeah, when you're reachin' your toes
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like a motherf*ckin' lyfestyler
I move through life- through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the crowd
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I f*ck with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
I was doin' shit on the snow

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)

I get Ricky denim, yes, a lot, like, come on
A bag full of cash, you can smell that I'm on
My lifestyle crazy, I can't talk on the phone
I whip it out the pot, it looks like Grey Poupon
Check up on my diamonds, and, ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You say you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches

New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)
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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Javier Mercado, Keian Hernandez Bohn, Primo Pepper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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