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Hypre Holiday

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All my dogs come out when the lights out (Woof)
Through the warm summer night air you can hear us shout
And the sound travel all across town (Wooh)
Whipping late through the streets no one's around
They can't tell us what to do who to be (Nah)
You're not me you don't see what I see (I SEE YOU BITCH!)
I got flows like the cool summer breeze and (Wooh)
You cannot defeat Higher szn
I got a grunge chick and another bad bitch (Damn)
Switch it up every night, not a dumb bitch (Switch it up)
Slime green all around low a couple inch (Boom)
I'm not bipolar but I flip the switch look
Gotta be pretty high to roll with my clique
Each track I drop just turns up the heat
And we work with precision master our niche
Roll down Fairfax like I own this street

I'm wild I'm sick I love me a bad bitch
Be careful watch what you say 
Cause one day I'm gon be rich
Chillin in the living room living it up
Hop into the Lambo revving it up
Big big tings happenin my way
Summer is ours and it might stay

When the streetlights turn on
Run through the night
Riding through the dark woods
No one in sight
Pull up no one's ready
I'm not surprised
I'll leave here with your bitch
Just for the night

All my dogs come out when the lights out (Woof)
Through the warm summer night air you can hear us shout
And the sound travel all across town (Wooh)
Whipping late through the streets no one's around
They can't tell us what to do who to be (Nah)
You're not me you don't see what I see (I SEE YOU BITCH!)
I got flows like the cool summer breeze and (Wooh)
You cannot defeat Higher szn
I got a grunge chick and another bad bitch (Damn)
Switch it up every night, not a dumb bitch (Switch it up)
Slime green all around low a couple inch (Boom)
I'm not bipolar but I flip the switch look
Gotta be pretty high to roll with my clique
Each track I drop just turns up the heat
And we work with precision master our niche
Roll down Fairfax like I own this street

Pull up front in the Tesla
Everybody walking out being so extra
Resting face is also my pose
We living our best and man it shows
Head and wrist all frozen
Got hoes in the back looking like they chosen
She fucking with the rich kids driving Lambos
Louis on her handbag Gucci on the sandals
Oh, you got an X7 I got a Model X
Oh you got a big ring I got a necklace
Everything custom Patek I bust down
No rollie on my hand but I got the crown
Cook up the flow chop up the beat
Cold as shit out I bring the heat
Night ride in the coupé
This ain't no garage it's a cargo bay

This ain't no garage it's a cargo bay
This ain't-this ain't- this ain't no garage
It's a cargo bay
This ain't-this ain't- this ain't no garage
It's a cargo bay
This ain't-this ain't- this ain't no garage
It's a cargo bay

All my dogs come out when the lights out (Woof)
Through the warm summer night air you can hear us shout
And the sound travel all across town (Wooh)
Whipping late through the streets no one's around
They can't tell us what to do who to be (Nah)
You're not me you don't see what I see (I SEE YOU BITCH!)
I got flows like the cool summer breeze and (Wooh)
You cannot defeat Higher szn
I got a grunge chick and another bad bitch (Damn)
Switch it up every night, not a dumb bitch (Switch it up)
Slime green all around low a couple inch (Boom)
I'm not bipolar but I flip the switch look
Gotta be pretty high to roll with my clique
Each track I drop just turns up the heat
And we work with precision master our niche
Roll down Fairfax like I own this street

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