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jrunk - mad max lyrics

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where da cash at
i just pull up smoking dabs all in my math cl-ss
all these b-tches h-lla fake and that be mad fax
i just swerve off with the gas i feel like mad max
feel like mad max
(2x)

no i do not f-ck with you
all these b-tches h-lla f-ckin
fake thats what it do
i be stu i swear im tryna cook some food
i just pulled up and i swear im off the f-ckin boof
i be with the homies but its still f-ck a big group
i be up in honolulu ridin wit no roof
yuh she chosen me no homie not chosen you
i be smokin fruit and yo b-tch rub up on me too

and i swear to god that i dont f-ck with no lames aye
yuh she wear my chain but she
just f-ck for the fame aye
yuh i pull up and i swear they all
know my name aye
yuh i got that drip i
swear it look like a stain aye

all these b-tches f-ckin cap
i swear thats just fax aye
b-tches stab you in the back
but dont care bout that aye
yuh i swear im smokin fat
i got me a sack aye
i be tryna count them racks
and travel the map aye

where da cash at
i just pull up smoking dabs all in my math cl-ss
all these b-tches h-lla fake and that be mad fax
i just swerve off with the gas i feel like mad max
feel like mad max
(2x)

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