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letra de wanna get high - warm brew

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-tch, cop sumthin to sip, then start rubbin on that cl-t
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-gga
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-t if yo -ss can’t sw-ng 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!ll
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 -ss 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-gga too gone
off an og zone
put it in the ozone
even if its homegrown
sh-t is cool with me
cuz out in cali n-ggas go to school for tree
i smoke a doob or three
just for the foolery
til i got this bad b-tch moonin me
ya n-gga steppin up
n then i s-x her up
n on her lower back ya n-gga 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-gga 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-gga
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-t warm
turn left no spill and im still pouring
d-mn 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 sl-tty
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 r-t-rded
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

- warm brew

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