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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max B
Max B
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Producer

Lyrics

(I walk the streets alone) It's a privilege (I walk the streets alone) Something you can't do baby (I walk the street alone) That's another topic, let's give it to 'em (Cause now I'm on my own) Them niggas need to hit me with my grip I want it now, I'ma ride on these bitches till I get it I'm coming down to the studio We know where you've been, you can hide, but you can't run Get that bitch from me, here her man come Jealous like a little green monster These bitches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya I just wanna start a little family Bitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me Candy, brought her on her birthday Fuck is the PD3? Niggas is getting thirsty Lip sing, damn it that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out? She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out? All my niggas hoodies out, hooded up Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough Shawty could've fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitching man Got me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn Just let me live my life with you (Just let me live my life with you) I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, ooh Lil nigga you just mad I won't write with you, aoww You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go Aoww Picture me rollin I be speaking to my brother He told me keep the pressure on these niggas, never trust 'em They test you, motherfuck 'em Nigga Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said "Big gavel" Watch them niggas you with", then he lit up a L Gotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, nigga bounced back Gain Greene, bottle of the cru, blow a ounce back See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome Momma she in love with her grandson Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin Looking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz Let me tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets Nigga don't sleep, running from the police OG, told me, step on niggas, had to get to the top Nigga we nonstop, nigga we gon' pop Just let me live my life with you (Let me live my life with you) I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, ooh Lil nigga you just mad I won't write with you, aoww You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go Aoww Picture me rollin Picture me rollin' baby Boss Don Big gavel, oh man Shout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat Musical genius, yeah It's Gain Greene baby Domain Pain, art of lip singing So wavy, gotta love it, aoww
Writer(s): Carlos Taylor, Charly Wingate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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