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sunshine christo - get high lyrics

[intro: lil kashin mane]
b+tch, wopmann, pass the, ayy, we got, we got bongs and blunts
you know, bongs, blunts, joints, doinks, uh, bad b+tches, aw man, you know
here in the west, we get real high, i’ma like three up, uh

[verse 1: lil kashin mane]
i get so high (how high, ayy, how high do you get)
i get higher than a motherf+cker trying to touch the moon and the stars
and all that, bad b+tch want to call, i called back
what she want? man, she want the d+ck right now (right now?)
i’m finna pull up on this b+tch, yeah, right now
everybody know that i’m handing it out
she say i got mary jane d+ck, hermaphrodite sh+t
h+ll nah, little b+tch, ’cause wopmann came with it
d+ck got nyquil in it, ’cause the b+tch went to sleep, that’s not no game
lil kashin mane and wopmann is the same
i’ma go stupid, motherf+cker, i’m spitting off of the top the brain
i don’t need no pen or pad, but your b+tch gon’ need the pad for his ass
she leave the house with me, we get high and roll all type of weed
i’m going in and out the motherf+cking coochie slit
in and out like a motherf+cking robbery, b+tch (i’ll be out real fast)
and i ain’t playing no motherf+cking games with a n+gga
i get high and watch me switch lanes on a n+gga (on a b+tchass boy)
i get higher than a motherf+cker, i get high, motherf+cker
and i’m burning ash, i get high motherf+cker, i just dropped some ashes
if i see an opp lacking, i don’t give no passes (nah)
i get high motherf+cker, i’ma get high
don’t catch me off ecstacy, i’ma catch his ass
got forties, thirty eights and a new mag
p+ssy ass n+gga, robbed his b+tch for his bag
yeah, p+ssy n+gga, the world get baghdad
i’m talking about i’ll rob your dad for his bag
b+tch, ask your daddy for that cheese, i get high
[verse 2: sunshine christo]
choppa hit the b+tch like it’s chris brown
i ain’t condone that, but i get around, i ain’t a clown, i ain’t ride in small cars
i drive in a truck and it’s got real sound, i get high like my bro lil p.o.h
i do dope and i smoke bowls, i change flows, just ’cause i can
don’t post me on your ig, i’m not your man
i don’t f+ck with you, what’s hard to understand?
this a freestyle, i ain’t going to plan, simple sh+t, be hitting the most
you saying big words that n0body knows, i got a gun and i keep it close
rip vtm, vampire than most, why you subtweet? why you trying to post?
don’t test me, boy, you’ll be put on roast
choppa getting hit like tai+kwon+do, like a junkie i get my dope
you know who it is when i open the door
after this song they’re going to want an encore
deep in the sea like the marine core
i don’t know how to drive, i just know how to floor
like spongbob, i be on them suds, don’t believe it? just peep this cup

[outro: sunshine christo]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
whose going on the first part? i haven’t decided
i’m going to have to edit this out when i do

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