Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blowin' My High , by - Max B. Release date: 05.05.2014
Song language: English
Blowin' My High |
| I say what I mean, and I do what I say |
| That Grand Cru got me high |
| I’m faded but it’s not enough |
| The fact is I need to smoke |
| Now when I’m chillin and sittin up in the club that be leisure |
| Throw up a sign and keep it movin is the procedure |
| I ain’t tryna talk about a feature |
| I ain’t tryna hear how niggas came runnin from the bleachers |
| I’m tryna holla at kadija |
| Her top game had a nigga shakin like he was catchin a seizure |
| Jesus had a nigga on kick back |
| Had to just to give me my dick back |
| Hair not done but its slicked back |
| The don on chill |
| Max b the young ron o’neal |
| How you actin like the guard won’t peel |
| Guard ya chest play throw the man the ron artest face |
| Chicks know me wanna hit |
| Word is I ain’t a sucka for love I just think wit my dick |
| I think its a gift |
| Smokin up all the sour diesel and drinkin a fif |
| Chill dawg I’m tryna get in my groove |
| Puff a little haze and get up in the mood |
| But cha all in my ears I’m checkin for the hoes |
| All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high |
| Cut me a little slack give me a little air |
| Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer |
| Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high |
| I say what I mean, and I do what I say |
| That Grand Cru got me high |
| I’m faded but it’s not enough |
| The fact is I need to smoke |
| French came along chicks came along |
| Eager for the dick game |
| Big big cane to cook big dope to cut |
| Shoot threw ya door as soon as I open up |
| Dame roll the haze up we ain’t smoke enough |
| Bezzy all brick all frozen and stuff |
| Chump act like he all chosen and stuff |
| Pop at ya forehead big holes in ya gut |
| I’m low in the cut |
| I know a few hoes that will shoot threw customs wit o’s in they butt |
| But is this nigga really holdin or what |
| Chump act like he all chosen and stuff |
| Hit ya foes and nem up |
| 24 inch rims strobes in the truck |
| Ducky and demitri I’m over dem sluts |
| Bullets in ya stomach real hot |
| Feel like u got a stove in a gut |
| Chill dawg I’m tryna get in my groove |
| Puff a little haze and get up in the mood |
| But cha all in my ears I’m checkin for the hoes |
| All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high |
| Cut me a little slack give me a little air |
| Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer |
| Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high |
| I say what I mean, and I do what I say |
| That Grand Cru got me high |
| I’m faded but it’s not enough |
| The fact is I need to smoke |
| I got sour, haze, bubble gum kush I can double up some got push |
| Got douche mama that shit type stinky |
| Cut cha arm off come get cha pinky |
| Frankly I’m not the one you wanna fuck around wit |
| Got fucked around wit got pissed got six |
| Got bricks still got p. |
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| Mike mike my guy and I still got him |
| Still got clips of revolvers |
| Bae I got wut chu need its really not a problem |
| Its really no stress goin down to the gucci store |
| I’m the boy fuck u think I got groupies for |
| Got hoochie slores |
| Let me move in ya jaws |
| U can be my american whore |
| I’m gonna treat u real nice like a gentleman |
| Gain green boss I’m cuttin out the middle men |
| I say what I mean, and I do what I say |
| That Grand Cru got me high |
| I’m faded but it’s not enough |
| The fact is I need to smoke |
| Blowin my high aw man |
| Boss don classic |
| Dame grease |
| Four horseman |
| U know wut this shit is baby |
| Another classic wavy |
| Vigilante season edition |
| Its ya boy biggavel signing out |
| So wavy baby |