Super Duper High - Paul Wall, D-Boss

Super Duper High, Smoking my supply

Im Fucked up bout to roll me up another one

Pass my cup, bout to pore me up another one

Got some Bad Bitches, Got some Bad Bitches, Bricks and Bitches

Where them bitches?

You on one, I’m on three

You high as fuck, yeah, I’m high as high can be

Rolling up the purp, mix it with the kush

Put that shit together, now you smoking push

Fuck a paper plane, yeah, need a Swisher Sweet

Just got another plug, yeah, he gave them to me cheap

Soon as they coming in I move 'em in a week

Fucking bitches, getting money, smoke exotic leaves

Keep that .45 with me if you want a buzz

Don’t beat around the bush, bitch, you wanna fuck

I’m pulling up, I’m smoking good

Let me make a wish, I wish a nigga would

Please pardon me, I’m throwed

Don’t mind me, I’m blowed

I keep me a backwood rolled

Got more trees than tobacco rows

I’m high as the price of gold

Got the new grill, same mold

My neck look like it’s snow

I’m sorry if it’s too cold

That paper stack it, don’t fold

These double cups what I hold

You just might catch me dozing off

Cause I keep me a fo poured

Now I don’t talk, I ain’t told them no

These bops wanna get rolled

They something like my ride, they come from the other side of the globe

Got a full supply of that satelitte

I done handlebars, but it ain’t no bike

Sharp tongue, my game is precise

Running these hoes, uphill hike

All on the wall please don’t bite

Go somewhere if you square like dice

I’m high as a kite with a lean so slight

And I’m full of that get right off that light

I was on three, now I’m on four

They pray they super duper high, mine’s still low

I ain’t sugar-coating shit, I just tell you no

She told me I was crazy, I said «you silly ho»

Streets pay me all day, I smoke tree all day

Yeah, I’m independent money in a major way

Please don’t blow my high, you know I supply

She be on my dick, I might give her a try

I’m affiliated, you a lame head

Pussy overrated, I need a sane head

Let me get it while the motherfucking getting good

You really looking for me, homie, I be in the woods