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Correct Maxing Out Lyrics
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Correct Maxing Out
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[Hook] Me and my niggas just maxing out Passing weed 'til we passing out Motherfucking gods better watch your mouths Do you know what the fuck my gang about? Rolling up, floating up That LSD, that potent drug Got a nigga blowing up like Op-rah If you don't know God, let me show you brah! Let me show yo,u bruh If you ain't with us! Let me show you, bruh If you ain't with us! All my living gods they fuck with us All my queen bitches, they know what's up If you ain't with the life, get the fuck from us On some third eye shit, what you putting up [Verse 1: AK] Lucy got me lucid, sour diesel, power refill, uh Due to the fact I rap she confess her love for a nigga While you staring through the peep hole We low lovers, we’re controlled by the ego We float, nigga bow down to the beast coast We smoke by the P, so we ghost You ain't know, maxing out, packs are loud at the shows Mapped it out, indigo route nigga Soul glow gold, you know what I'm talkin bout Deep inside lil homie free your mind And try to deep the shine of your elite design Peep the signs, nigga the weak get conquered So I yoga the flame until I bluffer the Blanka Releasing the pain, I shook ya bitch so obnoxious Popped shit off nigga this goon squad got us Lawd! Who gonna stop me now? Third eye, chop em down! Dark shades on, I don't see these clowns Elevated niggas, you stuck to the ground! UA, you tight, you ain't We the cool guys and utilize our brains From the rise of the most high, nigga fuck fame And Flatbush be the block which we came from Ain't shit changed but the income It's 2012, niggas still dumb My dick super soft, and she still cum Bust off, Lara Croft, homie ain't done Till a hundred million souls get uplifted 47 shift bitch demons on the hit list, bow 6th sense knock a nigga down I'll be puffing loud on a cloud maxing out [Hook] [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Herb shuttles you know I'm faded Sour diesel, high upon this spaceship Smoking loud, yeah, a nigga hate it I roll it up and now nigga face it! Yeah, a nigga face it I ain't pass the shit, a nigga ain't no Peyton Higher conscious, mellow waves Pull it up, mother fucker, got weed for days! Lil niggas can't hang with us Roll the whole zip, nigga, ain't no rush Two straight niggas taste better than one Pass both spliffs, I’m getting fucked up Rolling up on that indo Put a little hash in, so we hit slow I ain't giving two grams cause we ain't broke Four nigga's in the room so we burn four One man to a spliff rolling dolo And if a couple bitches come we gonna give 'em more And if we're feeling get drunk get the rose moe And I'll be sipping that lean, it got me slow mo I'm getting high, trap my body and free my mind Clear the negative that's inside This weed is strong, though you know my style! Lamping up on that cannabis Got a nigga frozed up like manequins With shit so long can't handle it Got a hit so strong, she's passing it I'm laughing shit, on my black lil back .. passing it Got the nod, nod I master it I make the moves cause we have to win I rep all like an activist! [Hook]
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