Hugh Augustine - Wanna Get High lyrics

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Hugh Augustine - Wanna Get High lyrics

CHORUS: When I wanna get high I just kick up my feet, light up this tree, and proceed to catch deep When I wanna Get High I call up my b**h, cop sumthin to sip, then start rubbin on that clit When I wanna get high I call up my Folk, buy blunts in bulk, submerge in that smoke When I wanna get high I flip me sum pounds, yea spread that around, so I can have ends just to get down When I wanna get High Ray Uh...I ain't hard to find n***a Up in the shop wit some guap, robot n it don't stop I need the Re on me, I got the hustlin disease Gold d's don't mean sh** if yo a** can't swang n ya shouldn't c walk if ya dont gang bang my nig Thats on the real, lemme tell u how I feel Since the age of thirteen I've been smokin that k** Skywalker kush to the grandaddy purp My smokin it be so potent put pacquiao on alert Wake up. bake up. again in the afternoon No pay cuts, my latest will send yo a** to the moon Globally warmin but I ain't Al Gore Burnin forests like the up n smoke tour You feelin sick? I got the common cold cure Gotchu dawg, even tho I was savin this for... Serk Oh no ya n***a too gone Off an OG zone Put it in the ozone Even if its homegrown sh** is cool with me Cuz out in Cali n***as go to school for tree I smoke a doob or three Just for the foolery Til I got this bad b**h moonin me Ya n***a steppin up N then I s** her up N on her lower back ya n***a twist a blunt Livin life on the roll lookin for a new high Kush got me trippin ain't got my shoes tied Mind on a mission to the crazy blue sky Cuz ya n***a got it sparkin like the 4th of July No lie Stay puffin on the loudest Every time I smokes like a sold out crowd It's nothin to ya n***a Man it's all in the name I keep the reefer in my system like a ball in a game Hugh Augustine Got a zip for 2 bills the homie jus trimmed his crops Threw the hash in the bag bout to roll up a zag then hit that block My GPen charged up Hennessy in a foam cup No ice cuz I like that sh** warm Turn left no spill and im still pouring Damn I'm hurting way before 420 The weekend about to begin and you know I gotta count that money Spittin on the meat like she wanna eat cuz my Vegan chick so s*utty Then she rolling up my vegetable that cambells stew so chunky Manu Li This isnt a drill Where are my fire starters? Pack it the fattest Hit it the hardest Pounding my chest I'm feeling retarded Easing my stress believe in my art I remember the days when my momma would spark I would plea it ain't the answer I got asthma With the reffa! We got the highest tree take a seat Life is but a dream my mind is racing with the cheetas Chillin wit my stoner homes blazin all they re-up And then laid out at Venice beach sipping margaritas Che chea chyea

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