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So High - MIST (Ft. Fredo)
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So High - MIST (Ft. Fredo)
[Intro]
FRED, again
Preditah
Uh
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)

[Chorus: Fredo]
(I get so high) Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get so high) Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get so high) She's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy

[Verse 1: MIST]
Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem
So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem
Yeah, I do set trends
Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a hitta to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again (I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends (Fred again)
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Big .44 called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and Cali
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