Top Songs By Maez301
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maez301
Performer
King Iso
Vocals
Kevin Arline
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hasaan Keller
Songwriter
Jerome K. Taylor
Songwriter
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
Ervin Pope
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ervin Pope
Producer
Lyrics
I took a chance rolled the dice
Cashed out then bought ya wife
**** is playin you don’t realize
Oo you only get one life
But they wanna criticize
Got yuh girl hypnotized
She seen the Bentley drop top coupe
I told that girl get inside
She say she want get away
Told her girl we could go any place
Fuckin wit me
We do what we want
Baby girl we could do anything
Lacing all these drugs wit the memories
I hope they remember me
Tippin off this Hennessy
Girl tell me where you finna be
Cuz they tryin drain my energy
I can’t trust em
Fuck **** I’d a gave you anything
Now it’s fuck yuh
They say mom knows best
She told me watch my back
You stabbed in my chest
When you said you had my back (ay)
OG told me watch you
How could I be so blind
You was like I got you
Was plotting the whole time
You went from my man’s to my enemy
Fuck **** you’re history
I thought I could forgive yuh
Till you said that you would send for me
Your family was kin to me
Shit’s fucked up
But I won’t let that shit get to me
Bitch I’m up!
I took a chance rolled the dice
Cashed out then bought ya wife
**** is playin you don’t realize
Oo you only get one life
But they wanna criticize
Got yuh girl hypnotized
She seen the Bentley drop top coupe
I told that girl get inside
She say she want get away
Told her girl we could go any place
Fuckin wit me
We do what we want
Baby girl we could do anything
Baby we could slide if you want to
Get high if you want to
Them **** they could hate
Don’t give a fuck what they gone do
Cuz we know what they won’t do
Yea
**** fuck you
My **** finna come through
Yea
Make em scream uncle
Yea
They ain’t on shit
Yea yea
But my dick
Yea yea
They throwing fits got my **** Iso in this bitch!
I’ma get rich I ain’t finna try
In the process I’ll live and won’t get to die
Tuck a 50 get cent if you send for mine
You ain’t no kin or no friend of mine
Think I won’t run up and give em nine’s
I cannot intertwine
With the kind who be sweet like a sip of wine
You can help em like 20 times
But say no they’ll forget the times
Then division come quick like they did a vine
How ironic with the time it can get divine
With a fine tool, crop circles you get the signs
But ignore when the wheel is something that you get behind
Til your will power’ll steer you right in the blinds
Now I’m bickin’ it solitary up in my ride
Shooting out the rental at em, try to stop my enterprise
Now look a real killer in his eyes
Better get a suit quick, far as civil, I ain’t civilized
Cuz men they lie and women lie
Ain’t talkin’ nappin’ when they tired
And I can’t trust no bitches why
Cause shit’s fucked up, they cheat and disrespect a **** like
King Iso ain’t been that guy, but it’s above me in the sky
I’m shape shifting in disguise
It be how the hero’s get villainized
Try to keep ya chi in tune then the ceiling rise
Then a drought come quick cause you really dry
Sorry for wait, it’s your funeral and then you die
Do you get it guys
When everybody do you foul why penalize
Ain’t no pity in the bity little **** slide
When you the King like Stephen you It
Then they clown where’s penny wise
Damn, it’s like the more I start praying for motherfuckers
To not be around me that don’t suit me for the greater good
I be losing motherfuckers left and right **** (yea)
I took a chance rolled the dice
Cashed out then bought ya wife
**** is playin you don’t realize
Oo you only get one life
But they wanna criticize
Got yuh girl hypnotized
She seen the Bentley drop top coupe
I told that girl get inside
She say she want get away
Told her girl we could go any place
Fuckin wit me
We do what we want
Baby girl we could do anything
Baby we could slide if you want to
Get high if you want to
Them **** they could hate
Don’t give a fuck what they gone do
Cuz we know what they won’t do
Yea
**** fuck you
My **** finna come through
Yea
Make em scream uncle
Yea
They ain’t on shit
Yea yea
But my dick
Yea yea
They throwing fits got my **** Iso in this bitch!
Written by: Ervin Pope, Hasaan Keller, Jerome K. Taylor, Tarrel C. Gulledge