max b - i wasn't there (takin pictures pt.2) - max b lyrics
[intro: max b]
we got this thing
call her
goon music 1.5: doomship
fire it up
french montana
what’s good b-tch?
ferg
talk
[verse 1: max b]
i got these n-gg-s
beggin’ me to stop
beggin’ me to not
they better me up to box
but i bounce back, kept it grungey
wavy for the b-tches in my lap
got you n-gg-s under wrap, like scrungey(?)
little dude, big d-ck, never was hunky, n-gg-
boy from the jungle, but never was a monkey (aah)
stay in my lane
spray at your brain
they wanted me out the game
but i hit ’em hard with the trilogy
the domain collector’s edition
stopped ’em from reaching this epitome
i’m a keep comin’ with the good sh-t
keep you n-gg- caught up in the lifestyle
i could put your lights out
i can get ya, nice house
baby don’t rush to take it, take a chill
i’m wavy with the whip appeal
quick to k!ll
any b-tch n-gg- that say things
sit your $5 -ss down before i make change
[hook: max b]
was it me?
was it them?
was it them?
tell me what happened
i can’t call it, officer, i wasn’t there
was it you?
was it me?
was it him?
scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
it’s the c-ke wave, life isn’t fair
[verse 2: french montana]
(french!)
wrist a hundred thou
whip a hundred thou
my n-gg-s hunt you down
your b-tch wipe me down
this i do it easy
take two of these
body the track, then i’m gonna loop the beat
i’m on fire
i’ll shoot you on sight
move work all day, count money all night
i go cop low tops, hundred pairs
if walls had ears, i’d do a hundred years
they throw darts
i throw back bullets
close range shots, kodak footage
i’m an astronaut, f-ck a star
homie, you don’t really want what you askin’ for
i play for keeps
aston mar with tornado(?) seats
goon musik with dame grease
now max and [?], max and choppers
you need wires, tubes, mats and doctors
[hook: max b]
was it me?
was it them?
was it them?
tell me what happened
i can’t call it, officer, i wasn’t there
was it you?
was it me?
was it him?
scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
it’s the c-ke wave, life isn’t fair
[verse 3: hollywood fergie]
700 for the kush, that’s what frenchy charge
i sip the grand cru, with dreams of f-ckin’ remy ma
i’m in the process of pickin’ up where pun left off
let’s have a contest
see how quick your gun let off
come to my strip
you can see how quick i get that pist-ol
my form like [?]
get your face ripped off
gain greene, you now rockin’ with the renegades
east coast warlords, and y’all n-gg-s been afraid
fire up the doomship
grease, i’m ready to do this
grease sittin’ on d-mn near a hundred bricks of the smoothest
city of cocaine, public domain
used to be a no name, till i flipped the whole thing
now we outta state, miami every winter
i can’t remember the last time i seen a snow flake
bought a blue 650 with no deal
y’all stick to the basics
i’m the glitch in the matrix
[hook: max b]
was it me?
was it them?
was it them?
tell me what happened
i can’t call it, officer, i wasn’t there
was it you?
was it me?
was it him?
scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air
it’s the c-ke wave, life isn’t fair
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