To the Max
M.R. Smylez
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Gettin money never been a issue Real nigga always stand official Charge a band just for a pistol 10 Grand nigga bring a missile Neva ran even when was little 28 Grams cost a half of nickel Gotta plan wait for the signal Bet a grand ya main man brittle We dont talk topics on phones Cuz 12 be tryna record that So I just be shopping alone And I’m dressed in all black Like I’m Kodak And I dont do Kappn on Songs cuz none my bitches go for that But when I give her a bone I hope she don’t track me like LoJack This is truly off subject Pussy good and I love it Got me wanna kiss it in public Idgaf who u f*ck wit She said that she feel it in her stomach I’m grabbing her ass and I cuff it Pussy so wet need a bucket I put it in my hand like a puppet Yea yea I’ve been going hard On that Boulevard No relax Told my boujie broad She should bring her squad Cuz they all Snacks We don’t do no fraud and I own every card that’s a fact Long way from that yard Where they got them guards With the straps Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Idk why these Bammas shouting Fakin like they was getting thousands We was in the feds in the mountains 4 O'clock nigga stand up countin 083 Yes that’s the outcome Moving Powder like that nigga Talcum Smoking Sour Flyer than a falcon Whoop Whoop Whoop I then drove by in coupe Wit my lil bae and she cute She gon slay she gon troop Pussy then taste like a fruit Bitches gon hate but it’s true I’m not that nigga that you play wit You don’t f*ck wit me then don’t say shit Dusse, Tron got me wasted Hybrid Strong I den faced it And no I’m not puttin you on Cuz nigga you not from the Trenches You was living at home When I was in the spot With them Fences And ya lil bitch hit my phone But that pussy So ratchet like wrenches And she only needed for dome But that pussy I cranked it like engines I Know this shit sound crazy Younger born late in the 80s Motto still f*ck you and pay me I’m Serving potatoes with gravy That shit like 4 and a baby No different my hor my lady She said she want more I said maybe A pussy galore so wavy Yea yea I’ve been going hard On that Boulevard No relax Told my boujie broad She should bring her squad Cuz they all Snacks We don’t do no fraud and I own every card that’s a fact Long way from that yard Where they got them guards With the straps Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Time to burn it up We gon turn it up To the Max Turn it up turn it up Turn it up turn it up Turn it up turn it up Turn it up turn it up
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