Max B:
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Oh man
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It's ya boy Biggavel
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You already know what I do
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This shit is wavy Dame Grease
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This why I fucks with you nigga
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Got Mac Mustard with me on this one
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That's my guy, I'm not gon' play
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I'ma just talk to you niggaz
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Uh, Uh
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Verse 1
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Max B:
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Yeah, I'm too much to figure out
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Boogers give 'em the beef, I fuck 'em and kick 'em out
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Lick 'em out
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Bigga, you's a nasty bastard
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Lil' nigga showin' off tryna pass me the ratchet, yeah
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Got the Hummer toy
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Pimp-slap the shit out a bitch, you niggaz is loverboys
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I'm the oven boy, all hot to death, Bigga got the temperature
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Got the dick hard, slipped it into her
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Get ya pitchin' up, old nigga
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You can diss anybody but, but no Bigga
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He gon' diss you back
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He gon' talk about ya momma
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Talk about muttin' in her mouth with the Llama
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Fuck her with no condom
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Get the bitch pregnant, bet she keep it
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Daddy got the treatment, baby it's no secret
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Nigga you's a disc jockey, never had your wrist rocky at all
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Bigga, he too cocky
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Oww
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Chorus
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Max B:
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Take a look at my life, they wanna know
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How I'm so nice with the flow
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I'll take ya life with the 4
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When you was right, I fucked ya hoe
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Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy
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Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy
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Baby, daddy need new shoes
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Ow Ow
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Verse 2
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Mac Mustard:
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Put ya shit on the gate like a nigga on the pack up
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5th grip, it spit and hit any nigga that act up
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Hit ya chest, tear ya back up, lift ya back up
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DTs calling for backup, my niggaz back up
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Yeah we be tearin' his trap up to get this trap up
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Punchlines hit liek a mack truck, that nigga Mac tough
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Waitin' for me to choke, you could hold ya breathe
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Preparin' these flow in-depth, till there ain't no flowwers left
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Some niggaz don't notice yet
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Hold the mic like a Tec, spit until the quote is met
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Bounce like a lotus yet still niggaz'll fold they set
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All them thugs in ya basement scream like a bitch when them slugs penetratin'
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There's a reason niggaz hatin'
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And here's more to add to the list
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It's a dash to the bricks, don't be last in this shit
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Make him, shit on his niggaz, straight spazz on his bitch
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Your work weak, you niggaz pumpin' trash on the strip
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Chorus
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Max B:
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Take a look at my life, they wanna know
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How I'm so nice with the flow
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I'll take ya life with the 4
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When you was right, I fucked ya hoe
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Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy
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Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy
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Baby, daddy need new shoes
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Ow Ow
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Verse 3
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Max B:
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Big machine, big recoil
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Whenever it spit, Biggie give ya a detour
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Meatball ass bitch, classic Max kick
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I'm not your average, this rap shit is a marriage
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Know how mad I get, every time I hear this faggot
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Lip sing more, still he fuckin' the same whore
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After she (what she do?)
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Sucked my dick and then pulled off the beanie yo
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Wiped her skin clean with ya speedo
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We got the Orbit, got the Efferdent, breathmints
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Bitch smoke cigs, all this shit is irrelevant
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Let's talk about, how you niggaz is girly
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Kissin' and makin' up, Bigga, you're breakin' up
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You niggaz is fake enough
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Knowin' I'm, thousand time better with the flows
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I'm the favorite, single weak, hated it
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Copped the bootleg then I traded it, get off me man
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Used the shit to hold the coffee stand
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Ow
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Chorus
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Max B:
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Take a look at my life, they wanna know
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How I'm so nice with the flow
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I'll take ya life with the 4
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When you was right, I fucked ya hoe
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Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy
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Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy
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Baby, daddy need new shoes
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Ow Ow
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Dead Solver
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Max B |