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Styles P Good Times I Get High

I get high, high, high, high, I get high, high, high, high (Every night, all the time) I get high, high, high, high, high I get high, high, high, high, I get high, high

I get high, (I get high) I get high, (I get high) I get high, (I get high) I get high, (I get high) I get high on your memory High on your memory High

He rocks the highs,I dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I

, yeah! But I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But

and type in P, I, M, P, A, N, D, H, O dot com And see the hoes, it's time to log on, baby Eat this dick up 'til it's all gone baby I ain't fake this

papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L M N O P And when I am done you

phone number, I live on the road Now I'm getting bigger checks Conference calls with bigger 'xecs Bigger bracelets with bigger begets Fuck y'all All I do is get high

' do our thing Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get done in I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning All feelings though, we all grow wit' this buckle I

I hope I don't violate [Verse 1: Don Cisco] Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I don't violate But I'm back smokin', so you know my style's great I'm