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madmaxx – foever tippin lyrics

man i cooling b+tch
he talk cray then we moving sh+t
n+ggas acting like like girls in they lil world and they cool wit it
should’ve took you ass to school wit it
take notes like the new kid
trust me n+gga this the new class
only reason we survive long cause 5 ps and we new math
b+tches saw me and the just laugh
racks on me now i just laugh
need a h+ll cat to go jet fast
f+ck good then i left fast
i bet i take a n+gga breath fast
you ain’t hear wit your death ass
n+ggas foul but the ref trash
get to ducking when the tech blast
fn turn his chest glass
breaking bones like styrofoam
you assuming what i be on gone get up put in a nursing home
i got a dark mind but i’m light with it
spit bars and i’m slight wit
mix flows like a nice chemist
and this dread head got a nice image
i ball hard in a scrimmage game
if i f+ck wit you it’s a previlage thang
if i shoot first it’s a timid thang
paranoia got me feeling strange
so a n+gga play around wit maddmax turn his whole hood to a shooting range
why he playing these shooting games
i think the new kid new to thang s
goofie dude
g+ngb+ng and i’m h+lla rude
all these n+ggas taking gang gang gang!!
but these n+ggas just april fools
make a dumb n+gga make the news now he clueless
looking stupid
and his b+tch want me like i’m cupid
she a sl+t tho what a nuisance
steady asking what i’m doing
who i’m scr+w+ng
what i’m on tho
i never evers beefed about a b+tch but he want smoke
what he on tho
twin come through clapping n+ggas then dip out where the clone go
all the woods that i been rolling be to light where the cones go
n+ggas really not getting money they leech asking where the hoes go
a op come through sl!ck sh+t they i split sh+t imma make his soul go
50 up in this glock aimed at his top imma let imma let bowl go
or grabbed the chop like black belt and turn his crib to a dojo

- madmaxx lyrics

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