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max thrilla - languages lyrics

i hear em talking hear em hating on me each word you saying n-gga we take a homie alls fair in love and we at f-ckin war tell the game to open up or we gone kick the door
every body red beaming everybody head shotting all speak a foreign language jay’s turn to red bottoms all yall n-ggas blessed up and y’all n-ggas dressed up mortician gotta get em boy should have vessed up
i’m just saying n-gga we gods now been getting money f-ckin them broads down see me in the city tell them p-ssies come and get me 5 for a pack of magnums hope the lord could forgive me
swear i’m praying for all my enemies k!ll they squad like a shooter at an -ssembly they run to the law now the government trynna sentence me took the death sentence still coming back couldn’t finish me
blanco on the block trynna get off all the white thrilla in studio bout to body the mic cross either one of them n-ggas kiss em good night we ain’t even bout to play with you f-ggots who gotta light so i could light this swisher light the swisher them n-ggas sweet put the fire on they -ss watch it burn from head to feet
you better play position pole position you in the back listen i make decisions had the vision ain’t gotta ask you bout to taste the smithin
they at my neck tell em come try it then f-ck what you thought i’m a product of my environment
been k!llin p-ssies leave em wet and gushy seen p-ssy hiding in a bush but i am not rookie hit him with the strap and watch that motherf-cker lay down now it get to talkin ain’t nothing left you could say now
heard they sellin out for the money well imma stay black you get it imma sending tsunamis all at your wave cap lesson learned
this ain’t a facade don’t play with the gods we either taking your money or taking ya lives told my shooter i want em both i want to see em surprised be a party all at your funeral kelani ride
crown me the king this crown ain’t a thing putting jersey all on my back i feel like mike in the ring who gone stop it could get it poppin get cracking the same see them 7s all at your door with triple 6 on they brain
call up ya squad but call em collect tell them n-ggas meet you in h-ll im putting 6 in your chest
heard you n-ggas calling my name i put a flame on ya block hope you better at movin caine you n-ggas bricking the rock
call up ya squad but call em collect tell them n-ggas meet you in h-ll im putting 6 in your chest
heard you n-ggas calling my name i put a flame on ya block hope you better at movin caine you n-ggas bricking the rock

i had to say it twice to let em no it’s real use your feet don’t run your mouth that sh-t will get you k!lled i’m really a nice guy but i just like the feel of cracking ya f-cking head if it will seal the deal

i rap but i ain’t really with the talkin see me out in person and run up i’ll make it dark then you ain’t no k!ller i see it inside ya heart fam don’t make me do it i’ll love it and really off em

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