Blowin’ My High Max B

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(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 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 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 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