Max B
Max B - West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2 songtekst
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Money comin' in, can't complain Gotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for? Hop up on this dick, you slore Top up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pie Roll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref "Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kisses She forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault Fuckin' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacks I'll pull out and then come back, niggaz just love my style I'm a beast, just with this rappin' shit, he gon' run up and clap him quick He gon' make me slap the bitch, grab the shit, certified with my stamp Like, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the shit" Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transition Give my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quilt Got whitey like that 5th of milk Get the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, or I got cake, independent, I don't need these whores Got me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my back I ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the car Creep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to die Woozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whoo Nigga fuck you worried 'bout my gram dukes Pockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, oww Ooh la laaaaa Thanks for bringin' it back, nigga this is that gangsta shit Ooh la laaaaa And when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quick Ooh la laaaaa I don't care what they say, nigga I'm Gain Greene for life Ooh la laaaaa You better watch yo' money nigga, we want your life