a shake you I'm a break you Yeah, you fuckin' with' the Boss Don baby Get your 1s out, real expensive Just copped that 38 pearl Byrdgang, Boss Don baby
gon' like this I ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max is the nicest G4 on and all types of devices Yellow-green studs, all types a premises Baby
Like, I peep the spliff, but if baby-moms Blowin' on some shit probably bigger than my baby arm Pissed the lady off so she comes to me for comfort Picture baby
own the key to my heart and soul, oh It's just your spirit drives my crazy, crazy You're the only bitch in my life, you're my baby baby Baby, baby [Verse
[Hook:] Deez my streets, deez my corners Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna Jeeps run up on ya Beef
[Verse 1:] I can make a transition in a flash I'm 'bout to be on positions that get you niggas mad I be in positions just sitting in da jag Seat back
[Hook:] I ain't tryna battle rap I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth I ain't tryna be ya homie I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth You's a cream puff nigga I'm
'm sumthin like a pimp Juss tell me where da fuck is ma brand (fuck is ma brand) [Talking: Max B] Haha another public domain classic It's your boy max
[Hook:] Osama, we coming Osama, we coming I think everyday about them Towers Osama, we coming Osama, we coming for you Yeah, it could've been me dog
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
dick good [Chorus] [Bridge:] Yeah what's good ladies Lookin' right for this one baby This the one right here, this that sexy love for the ladies '08 Million Dollar Baby
Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby
fuck under the covers That's ya mother, y'all supposed to be brothers But y'all lovers, that's nasty That ain't wavy, oh baby [Repeat] Shit ain't wavy (oh baby
some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
the party Baby last could it be Mo Lotte? Got mo' back than she got body Fall back, get Cris and drin' it up Tomorrow hit the mall, and Cris you D it up Credit card to the Max
these questions, and what you planning baby You talking to me like you talking to an adolescence I like it, jump off jump off, clothes, come off come off Heard maze, Frankie B
thur with the phat G series, ya'll niggaz step leerie. Knock it off, take my teams motto, alcohol out the bottle, Live' like we just hit lotto. B-tches
