Bài hát Get High Báo Lỗi

Lord knows I try

get high, get high, get high


[Verse 1:]

I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel

I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal

Enough to puff with all my people

Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal

Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils

Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool


[Hook:]

Get high, Get fly, Get lye


[Verse 2:]

I got tons of guns but I love that mac

Automatics love to tug those back

Snubnoses for my hoes that pack

Big toys like them boys in Iraq

Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap

Open on thats the first time I blacked


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[Verse 3:]

I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all

I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall

I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors

Tims and hoodies just for war

Suits and hardbottoms respect no law

Open in the mall the first time I Balled


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[Verse 4:]

I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it

Flicks and videos, shit, I does it

Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged

One thats sprung when she done she hum it

One home body and one I run with

Ménage, massage, and word to God


Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Lord knows I did


[Hook]


[Verse 5:]

I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city

A low crib with the wiz thats pretty

A crew crib where niggas bring biddies

A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's

A tropic spot out in the Caymans

A Cali spot the first time I copped


[Hook]


[Verse 6:]

I got love for thugs and hustlers period

Hate for snakes I take that serious

Respect for ballers and those that stack

Appreciation for broads with back

Death for losers that snitch and tell

My homie homes first day on bail


[Hook]


[Verse 7:]

I got 5 albums out 4 to go

A paper fetish I love the dough

Love for V's that speed and blow

Knowledge of self if you need to know

Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko

Bitch so big I had to a pimp


Haha

I tried, I tried


[Hook]