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The Dream lyrics : "High Art"


I'm tired of talkin' 'bout it, let's do it
Girl I'm missin' you like (*##$es miss my music

And I swear I can't wait to drop yah, hit your body with that yoppa
Hit your body with that yoppa then get high


I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

My ^!$$%s, my ^!$$%s, hit my man, he got that purp

My ^!$$%s, this dry $$# blunt, we gon' make that work
My ^!$$%s, who got that fire, who got that fire?
My ^!$$%s, stop playin' ^!$$%, pass that lighter

My ^!$$%s, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My ^!$$%s, half a B, we got money
My ^!$$%s, 2 Live Crew, shawty get it, get it

Too high crew, shawty hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, and I get high with my ^!$$%s

Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl and I get high with my ^!$$%s

My ^!$$%s, they on that lean, they on that lean

My ^!$$%s, (*##$ better not put that in my green
My ^!$$%s, let it blow
Stop cuffin', let it go

My ^!$$%s, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My ^!$$%s, Masta P, we got money
My ^!$$%s, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it

Too high crew, hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, and I get high with my ^!$$%s

Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl and I get high with my ^!$$%s

Sky high with Ty Ty, G feezys with Jay Breezy

Castro to Cabo with OG, then I'm back home to my Bey-Bey
Police escorts at the All Star, and the Super Bowl, I don't need a horn
Horn - beep beep, I'm too on

My ^!$$%s don't do traffic
How ironic, all we used to do is traffic
Then it was drop me off at my girl's house

At one o'clock, pick me back up
You know she gon' try to train a ^!$$%, before I step up in the club
Would've drove my own V

She be tryna take a ^!$$%'s keys
She know them hoes be on a ^!$$%
She ain't even tryin' let ^!$$% leave

You just wanna be around them nasty (*##$es, she said
$#&@ them hoes, I'm just stuntin' with my ^!$$%s, he said


I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s

I make love to my girl, and I get high with my ^!$$%s
Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl and I get high with my ^!$$%s


I make love to my girl
Then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I make love to my girl

Then I get high with my ^!$$%s
I love her, that's no doubt
Hit that, then smoke out
High with my ^!$$%s
I'm on her and she on me

Then we OD like OGs
I get high with my ^!$$%s
And she hold me, cause she down for it
And this %#@! got me paranoid
High with my ^!$$%s

My girl and that white girl
And she really on that white girl
She really on that white girl
High with my ^!$$%s

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