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Get High Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Wyte
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD




Lil Wyte - Get High Lyrics
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[Chorus:]
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High

I'm smoking on some killa kill yep yep I'm high
Gotta do it everyday (Why?) that's my life style
Grape cigarillo filled up wit good 'dro
Grind it down properly tell me what you here for
Come around the way better be prepared to chief we twist em bout the f*ckin' oz
I be totin' till 6 o clock in the morning as long as no one comes and stops me
I'm Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseurs hydro gon' never come to ya cheek
If I'm in the Memphis city streets I'm get the best trees
All the smack smokers can breathe it and weep
I lay back in the cut smoking on a big blunt waitin' on the call to get more chronic
This shit one hit will sit ya down have ya choking all night ready to vomit
Skinny bags amd them sacks in them house man will leave a pothead like me spinnin' insane
Mounts of cash one these bags of this purple kush jack frost and blueberry hurricane
I have something right here that will knock ya dick in the dirt and im bout to pull it up out my pocket
Take it slow don't hit it to hard 'cause this is liable to pull ya neck right up outs its socket

[Chorus]

I'm a California do do marijuana inspector always in slow mo like I been screwed
Keep me on the low low like a private eye wen its time to get high ill make the call ta you
I be keeping some good shit all of the good shit gimme the name and ill find it and blow it
If I cant locate it in a week we'll get the seed and f*ckin' grow it
Ain't no thang to me pimpin' its just weed and really it all depends on the consumer
How many times have you heard it causing a heart attack or givin' someone a tumor
None I said it notta 1 zero, zilch, nada, zero
Ill take a mutha f*ckin' pound to the head I'm a stoner call me the ganja hero
Laugh at what you wanna laugh at man crash where ever you wanna crash at man
After you hit the blunt take a puff of the silivia it will put ya in the trash can
I smoked almost everything I can inhale much sticky shit he gots forbidden fruit
I said Break it down Roll it up Light It Up and ill be the judge of this Jesus juice

[Chorus]
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[Chorus:]
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High
Break it down (Break it down) Roll it up (Roll it up)
Light It Up (Light It Up) Get High Get High Get High

I'm smoking on some killa kill yep yep I'm high
Gotta do it everyday (Why?) that's my life style
Grape cigarillo filled up wit good 'dro
Grind it down properly tell me what you here for
Come around the way better be prepared to chief we twist em bout the f*ckin' oz
I be totin' till 6 o clock in the morning as long as no one comes and stops me
I'm Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseurs hydro gon' never come to ya cheek
If I'm in the Memphis city streets I'm get the best trees
All the smack smokers can breathe it and weep
I lay back in the cut smoking on a big blunt waitin' on the call to get more chronic
This shit one hit will sit ya down have ya choking all night ready to vomit
Skinny bags amd them sacks in them house man will leave a pothead like me spinnin' insane
Mounts of cash one these bags of this purple kush jack frost and blueberry hurricane
I have something right here that will knock ya dick in the dirt and im bout to pull it up out my pocket
Take it slow don't hit it to hard 'cause this is liable to pull ya neck right up outs its socket

[Chorus]

I'm a California do do marijuana inspector always in slow mo like I been screwed
Keep me on the low low like a private eye wen its time to get high ill make the call ta you
I be keeping some good shit all of the good shit gimme the name and ill find it and blow it
If I cant locate it in a week we'll get the seed and f*ckin' grow it
Ain't no thang to me pimpin' its just weed and really it all depends on the consumer
How many times have you heard it causing a heart attack or givin' someone a tumor
None I said it notta 1 zero, zilch, nada, zero
Ill take a mutha f*ckin' pound to the head I'm a stoner call me the ganja hero
Laugh at what you wanna laugh at man crash where ever you wanna crash at man
After you hit the blunt take a puff of the silivia it will put ya in the trash can
I smoked almost everything I can inhale much sticky shit he gots forbidden fruit
I said Break it down Roll it up Light It Up and ill be the judge of this Jesus juice

[Chorus]
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Writer: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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