lirik lagu max b – takin pictures – max b
(intro- max b)
yeah bossed on b-tch
got the boy mak musard
shout to my n-gg- al pac, whats good baby?
it’s ya boy wavie m-th-f-cking crockett
you already know what it is man
me and mak mustard ’bout to talk to the game
fix some sh-t on you n-gg-s
lets go
(verse one- max b)
i need some white mike that green poof finger licking good flashing lights like i’m in vegas
it ain’t right without the haters
tryna see a n-gg- sitting in the orange suit
still i’m at the beaches in miami with an orange coupe
barbecue bullets cook your stomach
get them bullets when confronted
when its beef, my n-gg-s keeping it a hundred
i was just gonna play it for ’em way it works
spray it just don’t say it first
n-gg-s say that i was snitching they ain’t have no paper work
they ain’t have a way to work
i was in that beamer looking good like the star i be
hop up in this car with me
hop on this d-ck let you hump it like the second grade
pop your little cherry take you breath away
i just left a day
now i’m back, heard you n-gg-s talking greasy
bout the don, my b-lls is like the holy quran
got a-lot of arms i could get you touched
f-ck around i hit you up ambulance ‘gon have to come and pick you up (ow)
(interlude)
yeah n-gg- i heard ya sh-t flopped
another slow day at the office
vigilante season we doing good over here
’bout to buy a house we can’t wait
ay mak mustard talk to these b-tches
f-ck with ya boy
(verse two- mak mustard)
before you get me twisted, confused or misconstrued
i’m a grown -ss man and i don’t play with my tools
n-gg- could lay in a pool of volley lee fuel
they say i’m vicious and cruel that’s how we get to them dudes
but let me get in the mood
when it comes to this gang we ain’t saltine
eliminate the mark by all means
drugs in the back like wallsgreen
all fiends distressed hit ’em off with the four beam
{?} like a ball team in a stretch
we all live for the set
we bosses to cadets
make ’em all bleed from the neck
its gang green the reason you cut ya limbs off
ya friends rocking they sneaks cut ya timbs off
on the bench strapped got the nerve to face mak
talking ’bout your f-cking life like a n-gg- won’t take that
forensics won’t trace that
a team of ? sewing ya face back
all over ya fake raps
(interlude- max b)
this n-gg- mad i’m getting money
if i was broke then i wouldn’t be happy
read the thank you’s on his second alb-m
diary of the summer it says
it says max
you’re my inspiration, you’re my energy
you’re the million dollar baby
on my d-ck, certainly was
he certainly is
auntie said i went to hard on the man woman
i was just tryna be helpful
i got the b-tch some extra strengtheverdent
she can clean her f-cking {?} with it
f-cking b-tch with them fake -ss teeth
it’s gang green, vigilante season
hey big mike, f-ck with ya boy oh i’m p-ssed off now
sh-t don’t stop
(ha ha)
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