max finesse – options lyrics
options !!
(finesse)
finesse, i got options
lil b+tch give me head like stockin
p+ssy just poppin
finesse , finesse , finesse
(max finesse) i
red bone like tomato, yellow b+tch just like banana
do you wanna ? wanna ?
she swallow nut up like its fanta
hispanic b+tch stay cooking , and she love teaching me spanish
my white b+tch ain’t got no ass , when she get naked it start expanding
b+tches everywhere , k!ll the p+ssy she wake up with a halo
i beat from the back , she fight me back . she had enough just like j lo
masked up in the p+ssy , when i’m done 619 the b+tch rey mysterio
they way that i beat the p+ssy up , neighbors yelling out “turn down the stereo “
i got options , b+tches everywhere might start a college
got her running from the d+ck , i’m not jogging
when i f+ck , break her back like a promise
i stay in her mouth like a d+mn orthodontist
i just popped a zan and i’m in auto pilot
hit the wood , till i’m higher than mountains
i pull in horses with sticks like we jousting
i finesse , all in her mouth
she wanna see what i’m about
don’t follow n+ggas , invented my own route
trap jumping like timberland bounce
round the b+tches up , dracula count
(ice water barr )
223 , and it came with a pouch
draco , hide it under the couch
i f+ck on yo b+tch , she love to give me mouth
the crib in her name , she let me trap it out
that ain’t my main b+tch , i had to kick her out
and i hang with some snakes that’s quick to k!ll a mouse
f+ck that b+tch on the bed , then put her on the couch
b+tch talking bouta only fans , it’s getting hot can you pass me a fan ?
if i f+ck in the sun , that b+tch gone catch a tan
i just dip in her guts , you call me dapper dan
i can serve you a p , if it was on demand
say that we got em hot , that mac it got a fan
i just copped me a pack , i had a better plan
if you get you a sack , these b+tches then to fans
f+ck on a b+tch in the backseat . when i give her d+ck , i make her run like a track meet
i’m staying active in the streets , like a muf+cking athlete
corona virus packs , you know that i’m taxing
$120 for the pint if ask me , most of these rappers is cap they straight acting
just like a dike , keep the strap ain’t no laking
run off on the plug with the packs cuz he was taxing
f+ck on his b+tch in the back and make her back bend
say he wanted smoke , well n+gga get the strap then
i will not do a show without the backend
i keep the glock and the mac , it ain’t no lacking
but i got options , walk in the club b+tches p+ssy poppin
you blowing that money , b+tches get to flockin
you spending that cash , they f+cking with no option
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