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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get Her High with the following description: Ya Boy & Wiz on the underrated success-rate of “pimp weed” – if you can convince a sexy girl to get high, then you can convince her to do anything..Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  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
  [Verse 1:Ya Boy]
  Fast Living, fast women
  They like to dive in that money, look she back swimming
  She back grinning
  I’m cash spending, Embarcadero, 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
  YB, 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? You're the best
  J12 Chanel baby, that watch nice
  You know I’m famous, so I put her in the spotlight
  Let's hit the night spot then I hit the spot right
  Get in that thing and just go, no stop lights [Hook]
  [Verse 2:Wiz Khalifa]
  Got her choice of any drug, she say I’m her favorite though
  Proud enough to go around, but know she like to face it though
  Talk 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
  Love to taste it, so she take it all the way down her throat
  I’ll make you famous, call you Miss blow it by the O
  And if ya nigga 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, you 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
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: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
  Sushi dinners, Miami summers
  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, nigga 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, loud 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 [Hook]