Max B - Blowin' My High lyrics

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 im 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
Im 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 it's 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


Gassed 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 dick i think it's a gift
Smokin up all the sour diesel
And drinkin a fif
Chill dawg im tryna get in my groove
Puff a little haze and get up in the mood
But cha all in my ears
Im 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

Friends came along chicks came along
Eager for the dick 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
Im 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
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 im over dem sluts
Bullets in ya stomach real hot
Feel like u got a stove in a gut
Chill dawg im tryna get in my groove
Puff a little haze and get up in the mood
But cha all in my ears
Im 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 im not the one you
Wanna fuck around wit
Got fucked around wit got pissed got six
Got bricks still got po
Mike mike my guy and I still got him
Still got clips of revolvers
Bae I got wut chu need
It's really not a problem
Its really no stress goin down
To the gucci store
Im the boy fuck u think I got groupies for
Got hoochie slores let me move in ya jaws
U can be my American whore
Im gonna treat u real nice like a gentleman
Gain green boss im 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