BodyHigh lyrics

(Jaydes intro)
(you have no heart)
Ehh yuh yuh woah yuh
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh

(Jaydes Chorus)
I thought you hurt by my ego (yeah)
I cannot f*ck with these people (for real)
N****s try copy and paste me (okay)
But they never gon be me though (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Got a lil spanish hoe on me (haha)
She getting wet every C note (okay)
b*tch in my bag like it's cheetos
b*tch, she gets slimey like sito

I don't wanna f*ck a lil just wanna talk
N**** keep talking should lay off the rocks
But if he keep on talking he die in a box
Stop tryna be something you not
N****s gone stare at the block when it's hot
Don't gotta slide on none of my opps I just sit looking pretty (bih)
Im down in houston like whitney
The gas it got me lil dizzy

I'm telling all the n****s and b*tches im God (God) (i'm God)
My n****s they never lie, damn you still doing fraud (God) (I'm God)
Look in my pockets lil n**** this sh*t is a lot (sh*t is a lot)
Bad for a b*tch
Now my song on her playlist
Now she wanna come to the spot (woah)
(6cd verse)
I pull up right to that spot
Roll one out when sh*t get hot
Ain't putting my trust up in no thot
Blow my phone lil b*tch get blocked
Talk full sh*t no jesse
All i feel when i slime that sh*t
Like why you gon test me
I get fried when im stressing
Blowing [?] second dont guess me
Oh he want that toe-tag
Brand new thot she so bad
Put my thoughts up on that note-pad
b*tch i'm on a roll yeah
(on a roll yeah)
(b*tch i'm on a roll yeah)

(Jaydes chorus)
You have no heart
Ehh yuh yuh woah yuh
Yuh yeah yeah yeah yeah

I thought you hurt by my ego (yeah)
I cannot f*ck with these people (for real)
N****s try copy and paste me (okay)
But they never gon be me though (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Got a lil spanish hoe on me (haha)
She getting wet every C note (okay)
b*tch in my bag like it's cheetos
b*tch, she gets slimey like sito
I don't wanna f*ck a lil just wanna talk
N**** keep talking should lay off the rocks
But if he keep on talking he die in a box
Stop tryna be something you not
N****s gone stare in the block when it's hot
Don't gotta slide on none of my opps I just sit looking pretty (bih)
Im down in houston like whitney
The gas it got me lil dizzy

I'm telling all the n****s and b*tches im God (God) (i'm God)
My n****s they never lie, damn you still doing fraud (God) (I'm God)
Look in my pockets lil n**** this sh*t is a lot (sh*t is a lot)
Bad for a b*tch
Now my song on her playlist
Now she wanna come to the spot (woah)