I get high I get high I get high
I get high
I get high I get high I get high
I get high
(Cough cough)
Rolling up some L.A. Confidential
Down on Melrose
And I love to smoke inside the club
Ooh I'm ghetto
Got some sour diesel
Wash it down with Amaretto
Way she's pushing P's
Vince Carter on elbow
Stickier than Velcro
Mix matching weed
The same way she match her outfits
And Stilettos
And I find it sexy when you
Place it on your lips
Get to French inhaling
Then you shotgun me a kiss (aye)
We can smoke it out of a cone
Or enjoy a couple bong rips
In the mood to make some sex faces
While my song hit
Tell me slide your panties to the side
Make your thong rip
All the nasty things I want to do to you
It's a long list
Love to smoke before we fuck
Love to smoke and count some cash
Used to smoke before I even went to class
You don't even have to ask bitch
Puff puff pass
I get high I get high I get high
I get high
This a slow burner yay
Steaming up the windows
Tina Turner yay
(I Get High)
If looks could kill
You would murder babe
Better take it easy
Because this a lung burner yay
I deliberately think of you
And every little thing you do
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high I get high I get
As long as you roll it
You're going to get all that slob on it
I'm still going to hit it
Whatever you put inside of it
You need a verse about smoking
Let Billy slide on it
You got a plug on some pure
Then I got some Gwap on it
I don't put extra but hoping
He got that guac for me
Weed keep me laced
So I'm hoping he tied a knot for me
I walk around with that green shit
But I'm not Gumby
And I don't care what you seen bitch
I was not hustling
I'm turning up while I'm pouring up
Like I tend to
I'm doing all the shit that you fool
Pretend to
And when you needed a smoking up
Who you went to
And when your B.M. was fucking up
Who you vent to
Mary Jane as a therapist
Is forever goldie
Every moment is better with it
I promise homie
If I a'int smoke in another song
Shit then I never wrote it
You never quote it
Cause DJ K Yung never broke it
This a slow burner yay
Steaming up the windows
Tina Turner yay
(I Get High)
If looks could kill
You would murder babe
Better take it easy
Because this a lung burner yay
I deliberately think of you
And every little thing you do
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high I get high I get
This a slow burner yay
Steaming up the windows
Tina Turner yay
(I Get High)
If looks could kill
You would murder babe
Better take it easy
Because this a lung burner yay
I deliberately think of you
And every little thing you do
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high I get high I get