top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Blowin' My High Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: M
►
Max B
►
Correct Blowin' My High
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[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 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 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 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 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 mutha fucka 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 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 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 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 sluts 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 mutha fucka 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 mutha fucka 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 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. 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 fuck you think I got groupies for Got hoochie slores Let me move in ya jaws You can be my american whore 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 classic Dame grease Four horseman You know what this shit is baby Another classic wavy Vigilante season edition Its ya boy biggavel signing out So wavy baby
add rows