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Get High (feat. Casino Punchline) Video (MV)




Performed By: Mali Mercury
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Malik El, Shawn Wiggins




Mali Mercury - Get High (feat. Casino Punchline) Lyrics
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Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Roll up
Twist n pearl
Get it
From the sheets to the roll ups
A dark leaf full of doja
Only pressure in the session
No question
You gonna feel it
From your throat to your chest Like a soda
Flavors so tasty
Let's get so Spacey
Elevation going to be coming
If the Jays keep coming
Rolling back to back
Keep a jar of your favorite
You gotta ash that
Before you pass that
Be sure to get it in the ash catch
No mess where we sit
Fresher then the scent
From the piff
Till we hot box
And feel a sweat
From your forehead
To the brim of your nose
That's how you know
That it's dope
Let's get high
Get high
Get high
Roll up n smoke
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high today
Gon off the jay
Feeling like a nigga in Paradise
Let's smoke dank
Smoking on good old dank
Shit I be smoking make you paralyzed
Plus I was sipping
On the bubbly earlier today Feeling like two like a Gemini Feeling so indecisive
I don't know what to feel like Riding around
Without a license
Sipping on the codeine
While they sniffing on the tony Chicks I'm cooling with from
LA California
And they going
For the whole team calabanga I'mma beat her up
Leave her aching for the summer
Back to the Future
You can read my diorama
Living out of space
Y'all hang with Futurama
Space money yet space money Getting commas
Sad thing to say homie
But we ain't in common
I've been getting money
I've been getting lots of guala Every since I had a single Mama Juicing out the bottle
I don't even know
Why you think it's quite funny Still staying all broke
Still staying with your mommy I'm a functioning
Gas Monkey
Nigga do the math homie
Living in another state
F*cking up the city homie
Still getting love
From my DC city homie
Haters gon hate
Atleast they ain't gon keep it from me
Yeah
Ima just keep smoking pack
Chill out relax
I'ma keep it like that
Haters gon hate
I ain't worried bout that
Long as I'm gettin' my money
Counting stacks
Getting real high to the sky
Feelin like a nigga
On a blimb in July
Y'all just wasting y'all time
Juice squad trap
Rock family get high
Yeah
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
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Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Roll up
Twist n pearl
Get it
From the sheets to the roll ups
A dark leaf full of doja
Only pressure in the session
No question
You gonna feel it
From your throat to your chest Like a soda
Flavors so tasty
Let's get so Spacey
Elevation going to be coming
If the Jays keep coming
Rolling back to back
Keep a jar of your favorite
You gotta ash that
Before you pass that
Be sure to get it in the ash catch
No mess where we sit
Fresher then the scent
From the piff
Till we hot box
And feel a sweat
From your forehead
To the brim of your nose
That's how you know
That it's dope
Let's get high
Get high
Get high
Roll up n smoke
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high today
Gon off the jay
Feeling like a nigga in Paradise
Let's smoke dank
Smoking on good old dank
Shit I be smoking make you paralyzed
Plus I was sipping
On the bubbly earlier today Feeling like two like a Gemini Feeling so indecisive
I don't know what to feel like Riding around
Without a license
Sipping on the codeine
While they sniffing on the tony Chicks I'm cooling with from
LA California
And they going
For the whole team calabanga I'mma beat her up
Leave her aching for the summer
Back to the Future
You can read my diorama
Living out of space
Y'all hang with Futurama
Space money yet space money Getting commas
Sad thing to say homie
But we ain't in common
I've been getting money
I've been getting lots of guala Every since I had a single Mama Juicing out the bottle
I don't even know
Why you think it's quite funny Still staying all broke
Still staying with your mommy I'm a functioning
Gas Monkey
Nigga do the math homie
Living in another state
F*cking up the city homie
Still getting love
From my DC city homie
Haters gon hate
Atleast they ain't gon keep it from me
Yeah
Ima just keep smoking pack
Chill out relax
I'ma keep it like that
Haters gon hate
I ain't worried bout that
Long as I'm gettin' my money
Counting stacks
Getting real high to the sky
Feelin like a nigga
On a blimb in July
Y'all just wasting y'all time
Juice squad trap
Rock family get high
Yeah
Let's get high okay
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh get it
Let's get high
Let's get high oh okay
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
Let's get high
High high high high
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Writer: Malik El, Shawn Wiggins
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