Kidd Kidd - Don't Blow My High lyrics

rate me

I am a winner

Did everything they said that I can’t

Lord forgive me, but they had nothing to give me

Now they holding out their hand

Can’t you tell I’m in my zone?

Please, don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

All you every do is hate but what you gonna say?

My weed loud, bottles all around your bitch

All in my face and I’m like

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Look inside of my soul

You can tell my heart’s cold

Ain’t got love for no hoes

Most of y’all niggas are those

Spend then racks on my clothes

No … no, wanna get on my left

Welcome to the top floor, do not disturb sign

No knock on my door, now why the fuck do y’all mind?

Nigga, I ain’t yours, got that money on my mind

Till all the money’s mine

Nigga think a nigga fuck with me, put the money on the line

Man, this shit ain’t about rhymes

Nigga, motherfuck your top five, I aim that .9

Can’t give your top five

I can feed them gangsters, people that I knew all my life

Looking at me like a stranger

I might be in danger, keep one in the jungle

Cock back, bang you

From all the rushing then I’m giving you

At least you could do is say thank you

I am a winner

Did everything they said that I can’t

Lord forgive me, but they had nothing to give me

Now they holding out their hand

Can’t you tell I’m in my zone?

Please, don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

All you every do is hate but what you gonna say?

My weed loud, bottles all around your bitch

All in my face and I’m like

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Roll up one, get high, put one in the sky

I’m afraid of heights

But goddamn, I’m fly

I can feel the changes

First it wasn’t all about the money

Then shit started changing

It’s fucked up, ain’t it?

But you rich and famous

Your car can depend it

Your hoes speak another language

You don’t know what pain is

I’m from where you can’t get a job

So we gonna settle and rob

Living is hard and then I walk

‘Cause of my mom, said she needed her food stamp card

Better prepare, we on your guard

We know what you want

Tell me the truth, did you run or you fall?

Probably when you still got caught

Man, my eyes look like I’m Asian

I’m wild like I’m Haitian

Why the fuck they hate me?

They judge like Jamaican, check it

My style so amazing

You wish that you could take it with you

I’m smoking on the fire

Wish that I could blaze it with you

I am a winner

Did everything they said that I can’t

Lord forgive me, but they had nothing to give me

Now they holding out their hand

Can’t you tell I’m in my zone?

Please, don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

All you every do is hate but what you gonna say?

My weed loud, bottles all around your bitch

All in my face and I’m like

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Please don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Bitch, don’t blow my high

Bitch, don’t blow my high

Don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high

Nigga, don’t blow my high