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max b - seen it all lyrics

boss biggavel
young los
you ready, french?

[verse 1: max b]
i seen it all before
f-ck standin’ on the block
n-gga, we leanin’ on your door
leanin’ with the 4
bumpin’ everything [?]
[?]
bet you come uh, come around
bet mama come around, cuz its barbeque
show her little love, it ain’t hard to do
dour, lets go spark a funk
gots keep these b-tches satisfied
gotta serenade
chop ’em up and carrot cake
[?] you the marinate
whisper s-xy thing in your ear
like i’m doin’ you
baby girl, who cute as you?
baby love the cru and juice
told her not to mix it, drink it straight
that it give you lip
even that’d get the d-ck
even without a good pick, on your camera phone
o’shay, that’s the cannon chrome
should have left the hammer home
could have left that cannon home
they shot me dead in the street
lucky it all a dream

[hook: max b]
she should have never f-cked with me
she was a young b-tch doin’ her thing
f-ck with me
i said i should have never stuck with her
’cause all she wanted is diamonds and fur
f-ck with me

[verse 2: french montana]
them young n-ggas bossin’
f-ck what it cost
we don’t ask prices
drive no license
runnin’ through the red light
jewels like the headlight
you know we do it for the n-ggas doin’ fed life
like a reindeer runnin’ through the snow
me and max like phoenix in the super bowl
deliver the pieces
move with them heaters
and we don’t keep it real
n-gga, we really keep it
n-gga, treat the game like a wh0r- with no panties on
n-gga, f-ck it live with the cameras on
go on beat your camera phone
[?]
n-gga photogenic
[?]
max told me tell ’em, i’m a tell ’em
but this sh-t raw
and them c0ke wave boys gon’ sell ’em
n-ggas steady grindin’ from the first to the first
and they say, what’s god playin’ on me, curse
c0ke wave!

[verse]
yeah, so now i got that ride
that henny makes me cl!ck
that sour got me high, power conquer divide
watch me drink with my enemies
rock ’em all to sleep, like a lullaby
know i got an alibi
know i got a pal of mine
gimme what i need
got them stadiums for 34
plenty b-tches, dirty wh0r-
money, b-tches, 34
t-tties all so firm
let me squeeze ’em till i see some milk
frenchy that’s my guy
this is my new lane
keep them hummers when we ride

- max b lyrics

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