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ryan bronson - get em' high (feat. bobby matts) lyrics

get em high, get em high
get em high, put em high
get em high, get em high
get em high, get em high
put em high, get em high
get em, get em, get em

this the sh-t that we ride to
this the sh-t that we smoke to
this the sh-t to get your middle fingers up
to whatever you’re supposed to do
on a nice day, ridin’ round
with the windows down
& the music up, with a blunt lit
p-ssin’ round, old people yellin’ turn it down
but we’re young as h-ll, so we’re turnin’ up
young as h-ll, we gotta live it up
and so what i drive way too fast
and pour some liquor in my cup
not talkin’ usher but let that sh-t burn
say what you want for whatever its worth
i’m rhyming the truth
you just rhyming words
that don’t make much sense
so i’m not too concerned
if i want it, i get it, i got it, lets go
made a job out of something
that was once a joke
they want me to quit
well i’m sorry i won’t
they stress me enough for us both
so i smoke
til’ i’m laid back & relaxin’
at the after party no cameras
bad b-tches in the vip
tryin’ to instagram us
save your photos for the meet and greet
man i make this look so easy
i’m still in the minors
but i’m practicing for the major leagues

get em high, get em high
get em high, put em high
get em high, get em high
get em high, get em high
put em high, get em high
get em, get em, get em

turnin’ this sh-t way up
tryin’ to find a girl to lay up
the type that’ll give that bomb head
i mean great brain, i want an a plus
back home they say i came up
no new friends, i got the same ones
my day ones, & i stay up
like i’m still high when i wake up
but
i just speak the truth
stay slaying these beats when i hop in the booth
no one around who can do what i do
i know that you’re jealous
and i would be too
got your girl and her friend
like my b-tches in two’s
i’m highly amused with
the things they can do
what, you thought that you knew?
thought cuffing your chick
would keep her with you?
but thats not how it works
not how it works
she’s not at her friends
she’s not stuck at work
she’s not feelin’ sick
her head doesn’t hurt
she’s just in my bed with no panties
or shirt
and she twerks and she flirts
and i love it
and its all fun we’re just f-ckin’
no feelings, got a blunt lit
then we sleep like robitussin
man its nothin’
why you buggin?
hoe’s don’t deserve lovin’
hoe’s don’t deserve cuffin’
if she don’t care than man
f-ck it
if she cheats with me
she’ll cheat on me
but that don’t matter
when she’s on me
why girls cheat is beyond me
till’ i find a good girl i’ll just smoke weed

get em high, get em high
get em high, put em high
get em high, get em high
get em high, get em high
put em high, get em high
get em, get em, get em

takin’ this spliff to the face
i’m feelin’ this girl, third base
the kid back at it again
yeah bobby been stayin’ hooligan
this kush got me actin’ like a fool again
fixin’ these girls with my tool again
take a rip it’ll change the kinda
mood your in
sh-t, anything goes when you’re hooligan
p-ss me the blunt, let me taste her
like my liquor straight
no chaser
don’t smoke bowls homie
just paper
no oxygen -cough- vapor
hit me up for the goods yeah
now or later
roll through the party an hour late
she blows me off cause
she likes the taste
and i gotta admit, its kinda great
with this cali kush in the empire state
puff 7 dro’s at the hotel late
on the road with pre-rolled
i swear the whole squad be steam rolled
i’m slingin’ green to my manager
i’m slingin’ green to these teachers
call 1-800 toke a lot
ask for bobby nice to meet ya
and ask for that greenest
her -ss small like venis
got this pit bull with no muzzle
and he act like the meanest
and i fill my lungs with weed smoke
smokin’ all the blunts that we rolled
thats just the way that we roll
its bobby b-tch in beast mode

- ryan bronson lyrics

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