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larry june – max pain lyrics

[hook]
choppa by the mothaf-ckin’ night stand, god d-mn, aye, sh-t
i think i’m max paine
i got two 4-5’s when i slide mane, god d-mn, aye, sh-t
i feel like max paine
i got dope
i got dope
i got dope

[verse 1]
riding round bussin h-lla jugs
hit my line b-tch it’s h-lla good
he a snitch i always knew he would
smoke so much i make my own kush
i see you talking you ain’t bout nothing
you don’t really want them problems boy
got a bad b-tch overseas
p-ssy sweeter than an almond joy
ain’t n0body really f-cking with me
underrated like a motherf-cker
manipulation at an all high
finesse the b-tch for a gold hummer
i’ve been balling hard four summers
before then i was going broke
but i always had a vision hoe
i might buy that b-tch a mink coat
purified water when i sip
my white b-tch keep my blunt lit
my wrist 5 plus 5
yeah my wrist on 10
f-ck n-ggas man they all hate
they in my pockets tryna calculate
i don’t ever play the back page
30 rounds with the mac spray
real n-gga since day one
always looking out for my fam
pillow talking to the punk b-tch
but i don’t ever understand it
i f-ck with maco that’s my brother
presidential with the bezzle
that’s a hood n-gga gold medal
aye aye aye

[hook]

[verse 2]
i heard you n-ggas buying p-ssy
bullsh-tting fake pimping
broke n-gga fake lean sipping
never ever had a ring
speaking on the young god
make me wanna go slide
man down homicide
bust a glock to the side
i would never ever panic
hundred round clip banana
fiji water in my cup of noodles
d-mn a n-gga living lavish
i don’t got no time to hang
less a n-gga getting paid
beat the p-ssy out the frame
never call the b-tch again
all black when i mob
cuban link be the chain
got a grey bimmer coupe
and a jeweler named ray
she f-ck with me she got taste
5k for the vase
got my crib looking player
busting bands on la brea
everything ain’t what it seem
you bought the b-tch some fake celine
then wonder why she paying me
now you’re back to breaking down quarter p’s
gave that hoe a better situation
told her getting money obligation
i remember trapping off the radar
now i’m shopping for an i7

[hook]

- larry june lyrics

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