Juicy J - Get Higher / U Trippy Mane (ft Kreayshawn) | Текст песни

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• Juicy J
• Get Higher / U Trippy Mane (ft Kreayshawn)

[Hook: Juicy J]
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J be throwed
(I'm high)
Body movement slow
(I'm fucked up)
All a nigga do is sip lean and fuck hoes
(Yes sir)
Smoking with a queen
(Bitch)
And she popped a bean
(Bitch)
Call my niggas over
(Bitch)
And let her fuck my team
(Ho)
And I'm taking drags
From the volcano bag
(Mhm)
Pop off a couple of Mollies
Reaching for the hash
(Yep)
I'm so fucked up
(Yep)
Playing PS3
(My favorite)
I'm bout to start a fire
(Huh)
Juicy J TNT
(Yes sir)
Mansion in Tennessee
(You know it)
Drinking on Hennessy
(You know it)
And my crib in Cali look like a dispensary
(Slow it down)
Toss that roach
(Mhm)
Where the lighter
(Bitch)
Kief in the blunt, nigga get higher

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Trippy as a fool, I got that double cup addiction
All these pills I'm popping, I'm in the water like I'm fishing
Two foreign bitches
And I got 'em kissing
Marijuana ménage à trois, nigga that's the mission
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Swisher full of pizzurp
Molly got the white girls going straight berserk
Styrofoam cup, nigga this ain't no Icee
I put hash on top of the weed like motherfucking icing
Can't no nigga do like me
This Bubble Kush, no licence
Copped a whole pound, this trippy life enticing
Your main bitch my groupie, I see why you don't like me
I put Molly on the tongue, of any nigga wifey

[Hook]
[Intro]

(We trippy mane)
Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up
(Juicy J)
Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up
(Kreayshawn)
Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up, bitch. Get up
(You know it)

[Hook]

You trippy man?(She trippy mane)
I'm trippy mane (We trippy mane)
You trippy mane? (She trippy mane)
I'm trippy mane? (We trippy mane)
I'm smoking Cali kush, pour up the drank (Heyy)
With a lot of bad bitches, get trippy mane

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J and Kreayshawn, that's a smoking marathon
I take a shot, I take a shot, that's a drinking marathon
Double cup of that kickstand
All I know is big bands
Juicy J got bitches, fuck with my pimpin'
Pinky ring on my pimp hand with the lean is how a pimp stand
Oh I sound like Snoop Dog, coupe de ville with two broads
Sippin' on that Texas Tea, niggas call me Boss Hog
(Trippy) At your local college, baggy full of adderall
(So trippy) With a strap on me, fuck the gun law
(Too trippy) If you blow my high then I'm going off
Trippy, trippy, trippy
I don't think you get it mane
I walk around the club smellin' like a Sinex mane

[Hook] x2

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn]
(Duh... haaa)
He a trip, I'm a trip, but no fallin' out
We back-pourin syrup all up on the trap couch
Purple body shots on that bitch, I let it drip
Rolled her head back, now she's saying she can't handle it
That's KREAY, she hid a trippy stick out her ass
Juicy J sat me down and taught me well in trippy class
I got so much trip, I fell asleep high, I woke up high
If I'm sober, I lie!
That's some downers man, they really got my mind singin'
If I was a car I'd be purple wood grain swingin'(Ayee)
Leanin' never beanin'
Felonies and misdemeanors
So trippy mane, you can call me Juicy Gina!

[Hook] x2