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Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside
Refren:
We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
Game:
Niggaz blowing on that ayo
Breakin’ down them trees
I’m out the door with that dro on them keys
Scooping up Chris and I’m hitting the freeway
Yeah, got a whole zip of that purp
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Get they roll on us, let's twerk
We hot boxing that Ghost, Ace all in that door
Ray Bans on my face, never know when my eyes low
Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakhouse
She said backwoods, kill switches, you eat take out
Yeah but I love fuckin them redbones, she country thick and that hair long
That pussy killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong, her momma tall so her legs long
She went to college and get her masters, now she bringing that bread home
Roll up
Get high, get high, get high…
Put the purp in the blunt
Westside, Westside, westside…
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Chris Brown:
It’s a celebration, all on the pole they doing the dance
Anticipating I’m feeling your body, hoping that you would just give me a chance
God damn babe, just hold your glass up for this toast
My cash up and your ass up, the ones tipping them hoes (tonight, on the westside)
And if you wanna roll, have the best fucking night of your life, no lie, no lie
Me and you together girl I’m celebrating you tonight
[Tyga]
Uh, yeah I’m blown no cigarillo, rillo
Love when I'm mellow, get on my level 101 carats in my bezel
I’m on, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto
Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fo sho
Yeah I get it, then I'm gone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy come home
Told me she aint got nothing on
I’m talking no thong, th-thong, thooong
Yeah she throwing that ass back
Hard as a bat, sit on my lap
Fucking with me. ain't nothing better than that
That’s a fact, thats a fact
Don’t act hollywood cause I don’t act
Bout my business but I don’t slack
This my celebration rap, so…
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Lil Wayne:
I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowling pins
Money for days, bitches go both ways
On the road to riches, bitch I got road rage
Got the kush in the swisher, got the pussy, the liquor
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper
Yeah, wake up, wake up
I’m going at your face make up
These niggaz need stitches cause they taking pay cuts
Man somebody tell them hoes, its a celebration
All my niggas got guns no registration
Now go an’ light that weed up, I’m Trukfit tee’d up
Hoes down, B's up
Wiz Khalifa:
Rollin’ and chokin’, I’m movin’ in slow motion, I’m floatin' i'm gone
Rollin’ and chokin’, I’m movin’ in slow motion, I’m floatin' i'm gone
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