max b - left in the cold lyrics
(intro: max b)
young qua, max bigavell, dolla
harlem to bricks city, talk to the gang
yeah
(verse 1: max b)
see money i get plenty
if i’m drinking when i’m driving mix that coke up with some henny
i could be teaching my son sh+t watching wonder pets teamwork
i can get you right if you need a perk
he gon’ let the thing squirt if you f+ck with me and my style
(?) baby we watching (?)
make it look good when we come through
beamers got a lot of ’em
oh sh+t, i think i spotted ’em
fleetwood max, (?) to brick city baby want me drunk
now she mad that my sh+t stunk
this is what you get, baby see i’m a meal ticket
papa used to boost, he poppin’ off a (?)
used to do the clear, wasn’t me h+ll no
i ain’t having that
my salary got a lot of cap
got a lot gap, got a lot of sp+ce like yao
these n+ggas is b+tches they screaming owww
(chorus: max b)
its like i got regrets
plenty checks, plenty s+x
my lifes like a big pretty baguette, no it ain’t
these n+ggas wanna see us left in the cold, no
we did the ‘jects, did the ‘vettes
the 40 cal strapped up with the vest, to let you know
you better pay the rest that you owe
(verse 2: young qua)
see i’m a jersey devil from the ghetto holdin’ metal
any time i’m on the track you know i gotta bring my shovel
cause imma k!ll it i’m the realest you ain’t on my level
you see i’m greater, you a hater so i tell you h+llo
you see the bezel pink and yellow lookin’ fruity pebbles
you want to bowl but be careful cause i tote that metal
that stain st++zy, four fifth, bang easy
so talk greazy the four fifth will bang easy
i’m a true mc, cruising in that newest v
f+ck who got next ain’t n0body substituting me
i’m hot now i don’t care about who used to be
the game locked down i got the key in the booth with me
truthfully, i don’t give a f+ck about a grammy
man i do this for my family
yea this rap sh+t come in handy
all y’all n+ggas think i’m candy
come and try me imma body every one of y’all
bullets in your chest like a wonder bra
young qua underdog, never been the one to stall
anytime its going down imma be the one to call
(chorus: max b)
its like i got regrets
plenty checks, plenty s+x
my lifes like a big pretty baguette, no it ain’t
these n+ggas wanna see us left in the cold, no
we did the ‘jects, did the ‘vettes
the 40 cal strapped up with the vest, to let you know
you better pay the rest that you owe
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