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max b - fuck you lyrics

so so sufficient so elegant so consistent boss don biggavel coming to get you n-ggas man (h-lla wavy) lets go

(verse)
i got these n-ggas stomach hurting like oww got the desert e – e gotta let the n-gga breathe let that n-gga be bigga got him diving out the range fix them b-tches up cop that thing i’ll be hopping out that thing i’ll be popping out that thing that car gone keep him higher my n-ggas surround me like marlon from the wire carlos my supplier i buy it for 12 sell them 29 it’s that money mine live a life of crime f-ck you n-ggas talking about i was in that yard ran the walkways known to spend thousands on my off days those byrd gang n-ggas is all g-y (aim) they french kiss and they foreplay (aim) bullet sauté that’s my remedy this is just the beginning i’m riding on my enemies plotting on that frienemie d-mn he crossed that line put his lights out n-gga what’s ur bank get them dice out owwww

(hook)
f-ck you f-ck you i got a 750 ride im a very spiffy guy guy mother f-ck you (f-ck you n-gga)

(verse)
i got this rap sh-t where i want it at hit you with that 100 pack make you bring 100 back make you bring hundred wrapped n-gga come get your career if you want it back trying to stop the vels homie about to cop an l watch they leave him for dead heard they knocked him with an ak watch his n-ggas may day came through bumping on that pd the b-tches they lookin real weak i hope them n-ggas see me free me release me let me go n-ggas don’t wanna let me blow (no) stop your frown i’ve been waiting for a while i’ve been waiting for it to go down so we can see who prevails through the thunderstorm n-gga said they touched you when … my gun go off just look me up book me up cook me up max come get those cookies up don’t n0body do em like you do i’m poppin like we used to rocking like we used to (not)f-ck you n-gga

(hook)
f-ck you (f-ck your b-tch -ss) f-ck you (b-tch as n-gga) i got a 750 ride im a very spiffy guy guy mother f-ck you (tell em again baby) f-ck you (f-ck you n-gga) f-ck you(f-ck your team) i chopped that c0ke upon that table im about to start my label gain greene motherf-ck youuuuuuu f-ck you n-gga we doing it boss don cl-ssic dame grease oh yeah so wavy we gonna ride to the end yeah its gain greene shout out to my n-gga al pac what good baby owww oh yeah f-ck with this rider sh-t man f-ck you n-gga f-ck your team f-ck that freak b-tch you with you know that b-tch got them fake -ss t–th soak them sh-t in some bleach n-gga sh-t turning purple looking like you smoked dour with the boy its boss don season biggavel for mayor f-ck with your boy owww

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