french montana & max b – waavvy (fuck jim jones) lyrics
[max]
i’m goin’ on this boss sh-t
sh-t ain’t get no spins (not at all)
we hard on that cocaine city, baby
boss don biggavel, frenchy (800,000 strong)
oh, we them n-ggas, baby
this gain greene, let’s get ’em
we got that wave, oh yeah
oh we gon’ make it a wave, baby
get yo n-ggas in the loop real quick
frenchy, biggavel
let’s do it baby
[hook : max b]
now how this muf-cka can’t even come here no more
n-gga, you not from 15
n-gga, you not next to me (nope)
ain’t even in the ghetto
now why don’t you tell me why you don’t love max b no mo’ (tell ’em why)
cuz your n-gga not workin’ for free (nope)
n-gga, that change not for me
50,000 on my [?]
[verse 1 : french montana]
i got beef with some n-ggas on the other side of town
holla at my n-gga max b, sh-t wavy now
i see you n-ggas lookin’ funny, i just laugh
keep lookin’ funny, sell your soul for that money
but don’t play with me, baby
i see you wifin’ them hoes. what’s up chrissy, baby?
first tyson had it, than [?] had it, then alpo had it
and you gettin’ married
f-ck n-gga hatin’ from the start
cuz we exposed your punk -ss runnin’ out the park
n-gga you got sugar in your heart, and that’s real rap
you waited for stack to die, so you could build max
rhinestone jewels, the only thing dripping is your hair
4-5 lift ’em up, in the air
first cam left ya, then max left ya
the whole harlem left ya (daamn, homie)
[hook]
after ballin’, d-mn he fell off
n-ggas hit him so hard
homie, his ring fell off (tru what up?)
i drop a dough off, mac go off
top your head blow off, tryna be a show-off
man, you obvious, n-gga
but your arms to short to box
like that three 6 mafia n-gga
respect go further than love
i keep squeezin’, till that heat burn through the glove
purple label with the purple kush, from baltimore
we ran her like charli baltimore
there’s wrong n-ggas in wrong positions
that make wrong decisions
get you caught up in all o’ this sh-t
there’s mo’ money mo’ b-tches mo’ burners
long as the c0ke price is up, n-gga its mo’ murders
homie, your boy nervous
i get ’em washed up, cleaned out
doctors will dry ’em up, n-gga, full service
[hook]
[french]
aye n-gga, this cocaine city
french montana!
before i say anything, man
shoutout to harlem, that’s my second home
free! bruno!
my n-gga max, man, he told that sh-t wasn’t wavy over there
ain’t no money over there
that’s all i’m sayin’
feel lotta personal sh-t goin’ on with this sh-t, man
you better be listenin’ to music
you know what the f-ck is goin’ on, man
and there’s certain n-ggas that let sh-t slide
and there’s certain n-ggas that just (you know i mean?) don’t let sh-t slide
lotta f-ck n-ggas try lotta f-ck sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’?
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