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max b - blowin' my high - max b كلمات الأغنية

[hook]

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

(verse one)

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 n-gg-s came runnin from the bleachers
i’m tryna holla at kadija
her top game had a n-gg- shakin like he was catchin a seizure
jesus had a n-gg- on kick back
had to [?] just to give me my d-ck back
hair not done but its slicked back
the don on chill
max b the young ron o’neal
how you actin like the god won’t peel
guard ya chest plate, g-ssed dude to throw the beer in ron artest’s face
chicks know i’m able to hit
word is i ain’t a sucka for love i just think wit my d-ck
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 m-th- f-cka you 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 m-th- f-cka you blowin my high

[hook]

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

(verse two)

friends came along chicks came along
eager for the d-ck game
big tings a gwan 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 nose in ya gut
i’m low in the cut
i know a few hoes that will shoot threw customs wit o’s in they b-tt
but is this n-gg- really holdin or what
cause he talk, floss like he put o and them up
hit ya foes and nem up
24 inch rims strobes in the truck
ducky and demitri i’m over dem sl-ts
bullets in ya stomach real hot
feel like you 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 m-th- f-cka you 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 m-th- f-cka you blowin my high

[hook]

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

(verse three)

i got sour, haze, bubble gum kush i can double up some got push
got douche mama that sh-t type stinky
cut cha arm off come get cha pinky
frankly i’m not the one you wanna f-ck around wit
got f-cked around wit got p-ssed got six
got bricks still got p. o
mike mike my guy and i still got him
still got clips of revolvers
bae i got what chu need its really not a problem
its really no stress goin down to the gucci store
i’m the boy f-ck you think i got groupies for
got hoochie slores
let me move in ya jaws
you can be my american wh-r-
i’m gonna treat you real nice like a gentleman
gain green boss i’m cuttin out the middle men

[hook]

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

(max b talking)

blowin my high aw man
boss don cl-ssic
dame grease
four horseman
you know what this sh-t is baby
another cl-ssic wavy
vigilante season edition
its ya boy biggavel signing out
so wavy baby

- max b

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