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Get High (feat. Sean Kingston, Blueface & Rittz)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Get High (feat. Sean Kingston, Blueface & Rittz) was released on June 21, 2024 by MUNI as a part of the album Get High (feat. Sean Kingston, Blueface & Rittz) - Single

Song Details

AlbumGet High (feat. Sean Kingston, Blueface & Rittz) - Single

Release DateJune 21, 2024

LabelMUNI

LanguageEnglish

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Valence

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Muni

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Muni

Songwriter

Johnathan Porter

Johnathan Porter

Composer

Kisean Anderson

Kisean Anderson

Composer

Jonathan McCollum

Jonathan McCollum

Composer

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Muni

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Lyrics

Kingston (oh)

She just want me to get high

Part one, yeah, she my part two

Hit me up on the late night (late night)

After two, girl, you know I'm comin' through

Shawty, I'ma get right (get right)

Girl, you know what I'm tryna do

I ain't got all night (all night, all night)

I'ma show you what this boy can do, do, do, do

I'ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

I'ma show you what that look can do, do, do, woah-oh

I'ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

(Hey)

I'm a big dog, not a pup, bruh

She wanna fuck 'cause we fucked up

**** play rough 'til they roughed up

You been buff your whole life but you bluffed up

You keep livin' in works, I keep livin' in guns

You did all of that fitness, got hit with a drug

I shot more **** than 911

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (streets)

I do me I ain't never gave a fuck about the next wave

I done seen so many entertainers come and go

Some'll blow up, others treated like a sex slave

Get fucked, do whatever the record execs say

I been raising hell for some decades

Back then we ain't argue online

Got a problem we'll call 'em, tell 'em, meet up at Gwinnett Plays

Stepped up with his chest out left in a neck brace

Educate yourself on who you fuckin' wit

You scared to shoot somebody what the fuck you take a picture with your gun for

That ain't your friend man you known him for a month

Now you underneath his thumb while he's stripping you at gunpoint

Y'all are too gullible and i.e

Need to save your guts and glory for your story or your IG

Drinkin' tequila fuck a lime squeeze

Sniffin' lines 'til I sneeze, hit the trees 'til I dry heave

High pen inside of my cartridge fuck a backwood

I am not a fan of the harshness going nauseas

I'm hard, and I'm heartless smart, and I'm sharp dressed

Who you know got his own face on a cigar band

Burn most of my carpet found a couple xannie bars in my shark vac nirvana guitar pic

Then I started my car hit Jimmy Carter then harvest where his broad lives

Inside of her baby father's apartment

I offered her hard dick, she took it I finished and left

Happy that's a piece of pussy I didn't regret

Ain't nobody sensor me yet

My shits authentic but at times I been a victim of identity theft

You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set

You tried to copy in a lab but didn't get it correct

But let 'em give it they best

There's only one, I'm the hardest underrated rapper to ever exist

And they call me Ritz bitch

She just want me to get high

Part one, yeah, she my part two

Hit me up on the late night (late night)

After two, girl, you know I'm comin' through

Shawty, I'ma get right (get right)

Girl, you know what I'm tryna do

I ain't got all night (all night, all night)

I'ma show you what this boy can do, do, do, do

I'ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

I'ma show you what that look can do, do, do, woah-oh

I'ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah (hey)

Written by: Johnathan Porter, Jonathan McCollum, Kisean Anderson

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