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max b - ct bitches lyrics

[max b:]
ooww max biggaveli
french montana, c0ke wave 2
let me talk to the game for a second
see i love my ct b-tches man they keep me occupied

[chorus: max b]
i love them ct b-tches, ct b-tches be on me, ct b-tches be on me
they love to suck f-ck when ever they be lonely (they be lonely)
i’m a need 3 b-tches and leave so we switch she be lonely me
she be lonely me baby be lonely me, i never ever wanna let goo goooo

[verse 1: max b]
i gotta good b-tch from ct only the lord knows
she love to watch award shows
watch my door close, baby step in step it up
kiss the tip of the d-ck
then she started to wet it up
i done left enough groupies
remember the crown plaza we was playin soluteche
two piece, chicken with a biscuit cole slaw
b-tch please
on the side macaroni cheese
back to sayin please lil mama show him a nice time
and she started sniffin some white lines
told the b-tch nah, that ain’t the drug of choice
you need crizzley, bigga be making it look easy
1000 dollars bb, mama beat me third quarter my style
my styles a buck shorter
o well f-ck it den it’s nothing then
i beat it there i guess the b-tch really needed it

[verse 2: french montana]
she in the crowd screaming pick me
ct b-tches you know they love p-ssy and they d-ckly
strictly bad b-tches hit me, hartford
looking for a gardener ain’t no target
shout out to my ct b-tches i love em all
strictly one night stand no cuff at all
high off a pill numb from the waist down
flight 6′ in the morning still can’t lay down
get you high as a rock
and wake up everything gone out ya pocket
max know
his hoes go to my floor
then they go to his door so they can f-ck some more
all the bad b-tches bring me
young los pickling, e took his shirt off, ty got turned off

[verse 3: hollywood fergie]
fergie f-ck em once, fergie f-ck em twice
she got the nerve to ask me fergie can i be your wife
yea f-ckin’ rite, you are not my type
just let me lay the pipe and maybe you can stay the night
and you the same chick that shave biggaveli
and went around around the pole
frenchy love her in the cell
use a sl-t, use a sm-t that’s’s why i treat you like a sell
come to your crib and serve you
take ya money and heard you
no disrespect to my ct diva’s that drive nice whips
good credit and platinum visa’s
ct chruch girls that love to play jesus
this ain’t for ya’ll, this for my ct seekers
i like the ones in the club smoking reefer
tugging on my shirt hoping i v.i.p her
whisper in your ear, meet me in the lobby at the holiday inn
when we there you could slide back again

- max b lyrics

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