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max b - nigga we got doe let it go lyrics

[intro: max b]
right
you ain’t gettin’ no money
lemme tell y’all sum different
we dem boys man
know we got harlem all in a frenzy
it’s yo’ boy boss don biggavel baby
got the boy al pac with me
gain greene, let’s go, uh uh

[chorus: max b]
chyeah, n+gga we got doe (doe, chyeah)
n+gga we got hoes (hoes)
gain greene our style (style)
biggaveli, al pac (al pac)
you n+ggas hatin’ on me cuz we so hot (hot)
got a hooker for your wife in your seat blows c+ck (c+ck)
we only going hard when we go pop (pop)
it’s time to let ’em have it, so let it go (let it go)

[verse 1: max b]
look at ’em anyway
bet the people wanna see
this n+gga thought it was him, but the people wanted me
they asking me biggavel, when is the album coming?
i tell them, when this motherf+cker jimmy get off his stomach
he was getting f+cked like a little b+tch in the rear end
no matter how loud he screams, n0body seems to hear him
i can’t really spare him
n+gga just wanna get him for his jewelry
baby i need it, look what you do to me
rub a n+gga down with some baby oil
put you up in the jag, carrera, mercedes, or caddy truck
come and f+ck with daddy sl+t
imma treat you hood
fresh out of jail
don’t he make it feel good?
got a n+gga sh+t, give it early day (day n+gga)
watch this n+gga career come to halt like emergency brake
i got emergency cake, and i’ll never spend it
lil’ f+cker disrespcectin’, i feel offended (feel offended, uh)
[chorus: max b]
n+gga we got doe (doe, chyeah)
n+gga we got hoes (hoes)
gain greene our style (style)
biggaveli, al pac (al pac)
you n+ggas hatin’ on me cuz we so hot (hot)
got a hooker for your wife in your seat blows c+ck (c+ck)
we only going hard when we go pop (pop)
it’s time to let ’em have it, so let it go (let it go)

[verse 2: al pac]
that boy gotti back on this sh+t
ain’t a d+mn thing changed
still f+ck the same hoes and bang with the same gang
still got the same glock
sing on the same block
been doing this for years
still running from the same cops
n+ggas caught up in the loop
b+tches wanna ride the wave
this is gain greene, and you n+ggas know how we play
young punks ain’t f+cking with me driving in my own lane
young mo been told these n+ggas i was off the chain
this is just a sneak peak
you know imma keep it comin’
n+ggas wants drama, no problem, we get to dumpin’
any beat, i black out
quick the pull the mac out
hit ’em in his chest with the pump
blow his back out
ask about me in the hood
n+ggas say duke is real
so old school in that cadillac hoop+deville
got the streets in a frenzy
plus these hoes love a n+gga
all these hatters sick
looking like they wanna slug a n+gga
[chorus: max b]
n+gga we got doe (doe, chyeah)
n+gga we got hoes (hoes)
gain greene our style (style)
biggaveli, al pac (al pac)
you n+ggas hatin’ on me cuz we so hot (hot)
got a hooker for your wife in your seat blows c+ck (c+ck)
we only going hard when we go pop (pop)
it’s time to let ’em have it, so let it go (let it go)

[verse 3: max b]
chyeah, now i always be in some sh+t
always be in some b+tch
the l+st, jeweling on a n+gga just cuz he plush
gotta get it girl
hit me with a l!ck
don’t be scared babe
keep it hood
riding for your n+gga, don’t be canned babe
biggavel a boss, got the game so imma case load
coppers coming in plain clothes
got me lookin’ pretty in the range rove
bumpin’ on that lip sync
hookers be on the corners, my pumpers on the six train
sh+t mane, i could use me a crew meal
blue steel
that’s what we hit them n+ggas in 2 real
i need a new deal
hang that n+gga body off the rooftop
mama said i remind her of 2pac
[chorus: max b]
n+gga we got doe (doe, chyeah)
n+gga we got hoes (hoes)
gain greene our style (style)
biggaveli, al pac (al pac)
you n+ggas hatin’ on me cuz we so hot (hot)
got a hooker for your wife in your seat blows c+ck (c+ck)
we only going hard when we go pop (pop)
it’s time to let ’em have it, so let it go (let it go)

- max b lyrics

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