(feat. Hollywood Fergie)
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[Max B:]
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Dame Grease (it's ya boy Biggavel')
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Hollywood Ferg
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Fuck with' yo' boy, ow
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[Hook: Max B]
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Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
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Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
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Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
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Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
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When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
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Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
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I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
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Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
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Ow Ow
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[Verse 1: Max B]
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Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someone
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Gotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that hoe
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Told her daddy that she love me, Bigga, she eat my dick
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Leave ya red like a tomato, gonna spin you like tornado
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Know that boy, he got that label, Bigga don't fuck with Gain Greene?
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Hit you with that big shit, get your career ended
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Nigga I feel offended
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Best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief
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Leave you leakin' in the street
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Catch you cheatin' that's your feet (feet) off of them, they go
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Leave you all fileted and broke, they don't alternate that coke
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I'm a hit them when they close they eyes, ship they dome all out the sky
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Hide ya prize, every dime I count is mines
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Ow Ow
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[Hook: Max B]
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Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
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Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
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Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
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Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
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When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
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Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
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I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
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Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
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Ow Ow
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[Verse 2: Hollywood Fergie]
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Foster home to foster home, case in D.C.F.
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Yung Ferg, kicked to the curb and forced to head and nest
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Always knew that I'd be blessed, like a angel in the flesh
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I get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eye
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Wasn't for rap, I'd prolly be dead, wasn't for coke, I'd prolly be broke
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Wasn't for push, I'd prolly be bitched, fuck you think, touchin' all them bricks
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Almost had dreams that I copped that six, know these fiends, gon' need that fix
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I'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like Allen I
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Check Maxy for them pies, he gon' front me 25
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Bring 'em back, 20 perp, off 'em all for 25
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Middleman anything that I can, who the fuck you think that I am
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Cop that Aston-Martin caddy, I ain't even touch my sack
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Fiends be itchin' like a rash, mami told me stroke it fast
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"Are you done? ", she said "Yeah, right", only Bigga make me cum
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Fuckin' smut, I pull out and bust, all over her butt
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I'll be damned, the way she move, I'm bussin' all over my hand
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[Hook: Max B]
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Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
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Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
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Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
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Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
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When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
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Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
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I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
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Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
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Ow Ow
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[Verse 3: Max B]
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I took the streets without no radio, Maxy, he's so wavy yo
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Ol' girl, she wanted that 80 of blow, had to get her right
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She said "Biggy, I feel freaky like Miss Piggy
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Won't you hop up like a froggy", "Bitch I'm 'bout to do you doggy"
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There's no way you can be my shorty, see I don't love these hoes
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I just touch 'em and I tease 'em, I'm big pimpin', never beat 'em
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Never (never) get excited when a nigga meet 'em
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Do 'em like my other bitches mane, he pull up in sixes mane
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He pull up and hit ya mane, right when you on that block
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Push 'em off, said you can't leave kuz you got 'em off that rock
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Tell me when's it all gon' stop, the shooters that fled now scream bleep
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No more Aston Mars, put you in a casket pa |