Max B

Max B - Umma Do Me (jim Jones Diss) lyrics

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[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 nigga move, he gon' get gone, first nigga snooze, he don't sit long

Grand Cru, got a nigga sitting on ice (ice)

Biggavel, bitch, I'm so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price

I'm a crook, bitch, I'm so right

Gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it's nuthin' bitch

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 nigga lookin' good, had this nigga pipin' broads

Now this nigga tryna flip (fuck it) like I give a damn

Time to get clean, I'm a wash my hands

Kept that grease in the won-to pan, man

Nigga this that PD3, make your bitch come sleep with me

Won't you let me get them drawers

Baby suck my dick and floss

Oww



[Hook:]

Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders

Bitches 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, bitch you owe me

Chrissy think I'm cute, she wants to blow me

Just like the others, they all wanna taste this dick

Plus I gotta leave, gotta make that great

Too you better leave go play that straight

Got this nigga runnin' round like he fuckin' with the Boss Don

Nope, bring some smoke, I'm gon' crush him like a roach

See what happen when you give a nigga wave, he gon' run with' it

Helped you write your only hit, Ballin' was some corny shit

Nigga this that new improved 7-60, "Oww, oh why

Max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww



[Hook:]

Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders

Bitches 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]

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Language: English

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