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max b – umma do me (jim jones diss) lyrics

[verse 1:]
you just do you and i just do me
i smoke sour, i don’t do e (yeah)
you just move two, i just move three
i’m in a, i’m in a new league, i’m in a, i’m in a new v
got that beamer, the big fo’-do’, got that cig’ and a big 4-4
first n-gg- move, he gon’ get gone, first n-gg- snooze, he don’t sit long
grand cru, got a n-gg- sitting on ice (ice)
biggavel, b-tch, i’m so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price
i’m a crook, b-tch, i’m so right
gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it’s nuthin’ b-tch
go against that biggavel i’ll put you on that bucket list
fix him up with suttim’ quick, yeah i used to write them bars
had this n-gg- lookin’ good, had this n-gg- pipin’ broads
now this n-gg- tryna flip (f-ck it) like i give a d-mn
time to get clean, i’m a wash my hands
kept that grease in the won-to pan, man
n-gg- this that pd3, make your b-tch come sleep with me
won’t you let me get them drawers
baby suck my d-ck and floss
oww

[hook:]
stop f-ckin’ with them gangstas, gain greene, we them riders
b-tches drink that grand cru, then they want me up inside ’em
ride ’em, cops come, i’m gon’ get them bricks and hide ’em
pull ’em up out that sofa, put ’em up in that dryer
[repeat]

[verse 2:]
you are nothing, with no max b
i won’t help you, so don’t ask me (oww)
where’s my paper, b-tch you owe me
chrissy think i’m cute, she wants to blow me
just like the others, they all wanna taste this d-ck
plus i gotta leave, gotta make that great
too you better leave go play that straight
got this n-gg- runnin’ round like he f-ckin’ with the boss don
nope, bring some smoke, i’m gon’ crush him like a roach
see what happen when you give a n-gg- wave, he gon’ run with’ it
helped you write your only hit, ballin’ was some corny sh-t
n-gg- this that new improved 7-60, “oww, oh why
max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww

- max b lyrics

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