G Raymon - High Horse

Im on my high horse
I need a crib on the hill
With a golf course
Cambodian baddie
That pussy to die for
She lick on the top of the head
Like a high score
Im on my high horse
Stones on the Rolex
The fuck is a Michael Kors
Balling like march madness
In the final four
She caught a attitude
In the Fendi store
Versace Eros
I smell like a rich nigga
Helmut Lang
Wit my Amiri jeans
I put the racks in em
Cuban links
We gone make a scene
They gone all feel it
Asian tings keep stroking me
Like im Todd Bridges
I fuck wit my dawgs
They all different
Omerta is law
You can't get involved
This mob business
If I make a call
They gone all spin it
Put em on 60 minutes
What the fuck he get
For chillin wit em
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
My bitches don't
Fuck wit no penny penchin
You can swipe what you want
Ain't no too expensive
This aint no regular sauce
This God given
Surrounded by buns
Like I'm big pimpin
Ima rockstar like John Lennon
Im on my high horse
I need a crib on the hill
With a golf course
Cambodian baddie
That pussy to die for
She lick on the top of the head
Like a high score
Im on my high horse
Stones on the Rolex
The fuck is a Michael Kors
Balling like march madness
In the final four
She caught a attitude
In the Fendi store

Written by:
R Crawford

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