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Ya Boy - Текст песни Get Her High
[Chorus] 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
[Ya Boy] 
Fast Living, fast women 
They like to dive in that money, look she back swimming 
She back grinning 
I'm cash spending (?) Rodeo Drive, 5th Ave'n it 
I'm not your average I'm well established 
And I can introduce you to good living and lavishness 
Establishments, flashy whips 
The baddest bitch, baby the man's a pimp 
Why me, rockstar in the flesh 
She never knew she had rockstars in the west 
I never knew Marciano could make a perfect dress 
How do you make it look like that, your the best 
J12 Chanel baby, that watch nice 
You know I'm famous, I put her in the spotlight 
Lets hit the night spot then I hit the spot right 
Get her in that thing and just go, no stop lights 
[Chorus] 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
[Ya boy] 
I do my thing from the Range to the planes 
I can't say that since I got money I've been the same 
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New York Winters, I'm a big spender 
I get Louie delivered, Gucci flown in 
We flew out, got our iPhone roaming 
You knew how I did her, n-gga just check her twitter 
I bet a million she say the rockstar with her 
Yeah, lets hit Sunset before the sun sets 
She ask what's next, well, baby I love sex 
Rough sex, Wild sex, hot sex, 'bout sex 
We in the bedroom banging like gunplay 
Girl you taste like an ice cream sundae 
We can wake up in the morning, do it all over 
We in the fast lane until they pull the car over 
[Chorus] 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels 
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills 
She's addicted to me because I get her high 
I get her high, I get her high 
[Wiz Khalifa] 
Got her choice of any drug, she said I'm her favourite though 
(?) enough to go around, said she like to face it though 
Just like a lady, drive Mercedes, got your own 
So how can I be a bad influence, Miss we grown 
You sending me pics with nothing but them Vicky's on 
Sidekick sex, we iPhone bone 
Butter taste it so she take it all the way down her throat 
I'll make you famous, call you Miss but not an Oh, oh, oooh 
And if ya n-gga got a problem, tell him see us, see us 
She smell our aroma, sweet as California 
Calling me her medicine, higher than she ever been 
It was better than the weekend with the stars 
Well, rou can have it all, get the dream house with the car 
You and your girls, day spa, getting foot massages 
Lot of rock n roll, sex and the drugs... 
[Chorus]










