Too High Max B (Ft. 40 Cal & Jim Jones)
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[Chorus]
Boss man Byrd Gang shit
We highed up Biggavel
Boss Don ugh Too high
To get over from
Puffing this piff this
Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch
Owww too low to get under
I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong
I don’t need no more
Too high to get over
It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the
Ninas from Swizzy
Too low to get under
As long as the street to take me
And I don’t care what
Niggas think of as long
As we stay caking
[Max B Verse]
You dont wanna get popped get shot bullets in yo ass
Made the nigga scream
Me and the game so intimate
Cop some extra vests's
Since the the job beis your incident
But we all know that ain't real, its like a bitch against Biggavel
That ain't fair, cause I'ma sell her out
Spread her wide and double back
Put her out on stroll and sell her for a couple stacks
Now go blow it all on Clicquot (and remy)
Shorty on the dance floor blowing my meat slow
I fucks with bitches that deep-throat
So when the Feds raid
They swallow all the D and the weed smoke
And you can't see whats under the V coat
My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow
I let the sawed off....BLAM THERE YOUR KNEES GO
Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go
Boss man Byrd Gang shit
We highed up Biggavel
Boss Don ugh Too high
To get over from
Puffing this piff this
Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch
Owww too low to get under
I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong
I don’t need no more
Too high to get over
It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the
Ninas from Swizzy
Too low to get under
As long as the street to take me
And I don’t care what
Niggas think of as long
As we stay caking
[Max B Verse]
You dont wanna get popped get shot bullets in yo ass
Made the nigga scream
Me and the game so intimate
Cop some extra vests's
Since the the job beis your incident
But we all know that ain't real, its like a bitch against Biggavel
That ain't fair, cause I'ma sell her out
Spread her wide and double back
Put her out on stroll and sell her for a couple stacks
Now go blow it all on Clicquot (and remy)
Shorty on the dance floor blowing my meat slow
I fucks with bitches that deep-throat
So when the Feds raid
They swallow all the D and the weed smoke
And you can't see whats under the V coat
My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow
I let the sawed off....BLAM THERE YOUR KNEES GO
Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go
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