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Get High (feat. El Boodah, Sol.C & TJ. Hustla) Video (MV)






The Boodah - Get High (feat. El Boodah, Sol.C & TJ. Hustla) Lyrics




Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

I inhale so deep, I comatose to sleep,
Aroma mostly creeps out my pores
Oklahoma bomba-type shit when I spliff, if it's the gift
Put it in the blunt and split out the door

Dressed to impress, but f*ck my clothes cause everyone knows
My fresh comes from not smoking stress
You can bet your life on it, what I got will get you high like a comet,
Pulverize your lungs like a gun till you choke and vomit

No comment is how my shit will do ya,
Leave you speechless when you chief this type of Boodah
Since I'm the chief I'ma dictate like Cuba,
Puff puff pass hold your breath like it's scuba

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

Dutch masters and swishers is how I get blazed,
And when I roll up I gotta twist the whole eighth
I buy so much cause this shit is so great,
Get real high then fall like a snowflake

Good thing I got that crip to catch me especially
When I'm writing and that pencil start to get heavy
I'm never sober, I'm always intoxicated,
Cops pulling me over, making things complicated

I love popping pills, they put me in another world,
All I need is a bottle of water and a couple girls
So place your order if you wanna get as high as me,
Cause I got bags of grass like lawn companies

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

I'm in a state of bliss, long as you pass the trees,
I feel like God blessed me and I ain't even have to sneeze
Learn to stack your G's, your lute dough and greens,
I'm a rapper please abusing blues, coke and beans

But I make so much money always doing the wrong thing,
It feels right, I'm tripping seeing angel with long wings
My bong sings when it's time to smoke that chiba chiba,
My weed and beans will have you cheesing like Mona Lisa

Don't use no visa, my cash handles my drug affairs,
Flying like a trapeze, sword is soaring through the air
I don't care where I get my next high from
As long as the outcome is you gonna buy some

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
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Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

I inhale so deep, I comatose to sleep,
Aroma mostly creeps out my pores
Oklahoma bomba-type shit when I spliff, if it's the gift
Put it in the blunt and split out the door

Dressed to impress, but f*ck my clothes cause everyone knows
My fresh comes from not smoking stress
You can bet your life on it, what I got will get you high like a comet,
Pulverize your lungs like a gun till you choke and vomit

No comment is how my shit will do ya,
Leave you speechless when you chief this type of Boodah
Since I'm the chief I'ma dictate like Cuba,
Puff puff pass hold your breath like it's scuba

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

Dutch masters and swishers is how I get blazed,
And when I roll up I gotta twist the whole eighth
I buy so much cause this shit is so great,
Get real high then fall like a snowflake

Good thing I got that crip to catch me especially
When I'm writing and that pencil start to get heavy
I'm never sober, I'm always intoxicated,
Cops pulling me over, making things complicated

I love popping pills, they put me in another world,
All I need is a bottle of water and a couple girls
So place your order if you wanna get as high as me,
Cause I got bags of grass like lawn companies

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high

I'm in a state of bliss, long as you pass the trees,
I feel like God blessed me and I ain't even have to sneeze
Learn to stack your G's, your lute dough and greens,
I'm a rapper please abusing blues, coke and beans

But I make so much money always doing the wrong thing,
It feels right, I'm tripping seeing angel with long wings
My bong sings when it's time to smoke that chiba chiba,
My weed and beans will have you cheesing like Mona Lisa

Don't use no visa, my cash handles my drug affairs,
Flying like a trapeze, sword is soaring through the air
I don't care where I get my next high from
As long as the outcome is you gonna buy some

Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Ohh, ohh, I
Get high
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Writer: AYRON MONTEA JONES, MARTIN H FREDERIKSEN, SCOTT CHRISTOPHER STEVENS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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