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head up high Video (MV)




Performed By: Mobby
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Young Mobby




Mobby - head up high Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah (wait) wait (wait)
Yeah,
Keep my head up high, they can't stop me now (oh nah)
I done knew it would be different in this time around (yah)
Mama told me count my blessings and look what I found (what)
Counting up a whole lot' cash, smoking out the ounce (uh-huh)
In that beamer do the dash windows filled wit' clouds (yah)
Pull up on the opps we catch em' roll the windows down (yah)
In this world its just like surfing ride the wave or drown (drown)
We was really outside serving now we lavish now (we lavish)
And i used to stay to the side, now we lavish now
Fa, fa, fa, fa, send him to the sky (oh yeah)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, this shit getting hot
You can't survive where i'm from unless you selling rock
F*ck that thot, got the key and the f*cking lock
Keep the rock, shoot the 3 I made it what the f*ck you thought?
F*ck ya thot, th- that boy keep on hating he a f*cking thot
On they block, bout to spin the g, we just got the drop
He get shot, leave that boy asleep, then I f*ck his thot
Give that hoe a week then I kick her out the spot
We been outside, straight up all week
That hoe tryna f*ck, pull up, on me
Y- You could try ya luck but I could show you the receipts
We some f*cking demons got the choppa make you leak
Make that boy sing, like a motherf*cking lead,
Put you in the ring with me you know what it's gon be
Hit him left right, deontay i'm getting wild
Yeah I chef right, feins all greet me with a smile
Hit him left right, the next hit I get him down
Yeah I chef right, break it up right out the pound (pound)
Keep my head up high, they can't stop me now (oh nah)
I done knew it would be different in this time around (yah)
Mama told me count my blessings and look what I found (what)
Counting up a whole lot' cash, smoking out the ounce (uh-huh)
In that beamer do the dash windows filled wit' clouds (yah)
Pull up on the opps we catch em' roll the windows down (yah)
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Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah (wait) wait (wait)
Yeah,
Keep my head up high, they can't stop me now (oh nah)
I done knew it would be different in this time around (yah)
Mama told me count my blessings and look what I found (what)
Counting up a whole lot' cash, smoking out the ounce (uh-huh)
In that beamer do the dash windows filled wit' clouds (yah)
Pull up on the opps we catch em' roll the windows down (yah)
In this world its just like surfing ride the wave or drown (drown)
We was really outside serving now we lavish now (we lavish)
And i used to stay to the side, now we lavish now
Fa, fa, fa, fa, send him to the sky (oh yeah)
Hot, hot, hot, hot, this shit getting hot
You can't survive where i'm from unless you selling rock
F*ck that thot, got the key and the f*cking lock
Keep the rock, shoot the 3 I made it what the f*ck you thought?
F*ck ya thot, th- that boy keep on hating he a f*cking thot
On they block, bout to spin the g, we just got the drop
He get shot, leave that boy asleep, then I f*ck his thot
Give that hoe a week then I kick her out the spot
We been outside, straight up all week
That hoe tryna f*ck, pull up, on me
Y- You could try ya luck but I could show you the receipts
We some f*cking demons got the choppa make you leak
Make that boy sing, like a motherf*cking lead,
Put you in the ring with me you know what it's gon be
Hit him left right, deontay i'm getting wild
Yeah I chef right, feins all greet me with a smile
Hit him left right, the next hit I get him down
Yeah I chef right, break it up right out the pound (pound)
Keep my head up high, they can't stop me now (oh nah)
I done knew it would be different in this time around (yah)
Mama told me count my blessings and look what I found (what)
Counting up a whole lot' cash, smoking out the ounce (uh-huh)
In that beamer do the dash windows filled wit' clouds (yah)
Pull up on the opps we catch em' roll the windows down (yah)
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Writer: Young Mobby
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