
Celebration The Game (Ft. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Tyga & Wiz Khalifa)
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[Intro: Tyga, Lil Wayne]
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside
Young Mula, baby!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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
[Verse 1: The Game]
Nigga blowin' on that ayo (Ayo), breakin' down them trees
I'm out the door with that dro and them keys
Scoopin' up Chris and I'm hittin' the freeway, yeah
Got a whole zip of that purp'
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Get they roll on, let's twerk (Let's twerk)
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost (That Ghost)
Ace all in the door (That door)
Ray-Ban's on my face
Never know when my eyes low (Low)
Smoke good, fuck good
Eat good, steakhouse
She said Backwoods, kill Swishers
You eat, take out
Yeah, but I love fuckin' them redbones (Uh)
She country thick and that hair long
That pussy killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong
Her mama tall, so her legs long
She went to college and got her masters
Now she bringin' that bread home, roll up
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside
Young Mula, baby!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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
[Verse 1: The Game]
Nigga blowin' on that ayo (Ayo), breakin' down them trees
I'm out the door with that dro and them keys
Scoopin' up Chris and I'm hittin' the freeway, yeah
Got a whole zip of that purp'
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Get they roll on, let's twerk (Let's twerk)
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost (That Ghost)
Ace all in the door (That door)
Ray-Ban's on my face
Never know when my eyes low (Low)
Smoke good, fuck good
Eat good, steakhouse
She said Backwoods, kill Swishers
You eat, take out
Yeah, but I love fuckin' them redbones (Uh)
She country thick and that hair long
That pussy killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong
Her mama tall, so her legs long
She went to college and got her masters
Now she bringin' that bread home, roll up
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