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max b - fuck you - max b lyrics

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

[verse 1]
i got these n-gg-s stomach hurting like oww got the desert e – e gotta let the n-gg- breathe let that n-gg- 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-gg-s 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-gg-s talking about i was in that yard ran the walkways known to spend thousands on my off days those byrd gang n-gg-s 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-gg- what’s ur bank get them dice out owwww

[hook]
f-ck you f-ck you i got a 750 ride i’m a very spiffy guy guy mother f-ck you (f-ck you n-gg-)

[verse 1]
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-gg- 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-gg-s may day came through b-mping on that pd the b-tches they lookin real weak i hope them n-gg-s see me free me release me let me go n-gg-s 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-gg- 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 n-body do em like you do i’m poppin like we used to rocking like we used to (not)f-ck you n-gg-

[hook]
f-ck you (f-ck your b-tch -ss) f-ck you (b-tch as n-gg-) i got a 750 ride i’m a very spiffy guy guy mother f-ck you (tell em again baby) f-ck you (f-ck you n-gg-) f-ck you(f-ck your team) i chopped that c-ke upon that table i’m about to start my label gain greene motherf-ck youuuuuuu f-ck you n-gg- 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-gg- al pac what good baby owww oh yeah f-ck with this rider sh-t man f-ck you n-gg- f-ck your team f-ck that freak b-tch you with you know that b-tch got them fake -ss teeth soak them sh-t in some bleach n-gg- 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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