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max fullard - 1999 ft. d.r.a.m. lyrics

[hook: max]
back in ’99 i was that n-gg-
i was i was a youngin running wild for them figures
i was i was just a rebel child from a virginia
i was i was getting what my mamma couldn’t give me
i said
back in ’99 i was that n-gg-
i was i was a youngin running wild for them figures
i was i was just a rebel child from a virginia
i was i was getting what my mamma couldn’t give me
i said
back in ’99 i was that n-gg-
i was i was a youngin running wild for them figures
i was i was just a rebel child from a virginia
i was i was getting what my mamma couldn’t give me

[verse 1: max]
living my life on beast mode
watch my mamma work case loads
for them bank rolls, could rob that bank i would
sh-t right now i think i should
some thugger mother f-cker already platinum out my hood
got sh-t cracking, i was good
took that sh-t right up the
block block block at the cops
who the f-ck you gonna stop
best to f-ck get out the way
ps2 is on the way
and my daddy can’t afford it
so what the f-ck i’m gone take
running up inside estates
where you stay

better count your blessings
in your crib is how it go tonight
its christmas in that hoe tonight
she ask me where i go at night
said we was at the park
mamma i swear you can ask jamal
when we was really down the street
sn-tching out them vcrs
rode away with that b-tch
strapped to my handle bars
my homie riding on the pegs
and thank god he didn’t fall
that’s when you called and we hauled
mamma what you doing tomorrow
can you take me up to [?]-land
some sh-t i need to p-wn ’cause

[hook]
back in ’99 i was that n-gg-
i was i was a youngin running wild for them figures
i was i was just a rebel child from a virginia
i was i was getting what my mamma couldn’t give me
i said
back in ’99 i was that n-gg-
i was i was a youngin running wild for them figures
i was i was just a rebel child from a virginia
i was i was getting what my mamma couldn’t give me

shout-out boy jones (that’s my mamma)
shout-out wood jones (that’s my pappa)
[?]

[verse 2: d.r.a.m.]
back in ’99 i want that n-gg-
but in 2009 them hoes had switched up
you done thought i drove a fisker
2005 cadillac that hoe was silver
in the front seat where she laughed
and in the back see she got drilled up
that was around the same time
i’m sipping pills up
stole from cvs
i would sn-tch the benadryl up
make sure its the children’s with
the different hydramine though
the concoction had me itching
f-ck that sh-t i’m trying to lean though
back in ’99 both my lungs and
nose was clean yo
i wore a d.a.r.e. shirt with
dirt on off brand sneaks yo
you would be ashamed at the
bottom of my jeans yo
them hoes was walked over
sad song but i could sing though
the weed smoke
i was introduced to the weed smoke
chesapeake strip
my first spliff had my knees gone
i remember ’99 but f-ck living in the past
and f-ck a daily 9-5
’cause i ain’t really getting cash

- max fullard lyrics

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