Lyrics:
to the max
Even then I blame everybody else except me
Pops left me
I was just three, I cried for help
Moms was busy that don't mean nigga's stupid
But I got
it in tha pen
Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben
Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin'
You got your lil'
it
Shit, I'm here now, where it's at?
I'm there now, when I walk through the club
The real have stare-downs
And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy
At the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape plan
Three inch blade on point like a Sensei
Consider me a dangerous man but you
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
drama you come with
I swear you on some shit
Whether it's morphine or cocaine
Doja or dog food
They had these marks for Tre and Max
Fuckin' off
all gain dough
I’ll be the main dope rapper to bring it all back home
I’m filling the gaps little by little to snap first
I’m killer at that lyrically
On God
Yeah it really goes down we be really about that action bring the bro's round
On God
Yeah I'm really profound, Fall off nah nigga we don't know how
appeal
Three screens, leather, wood, it's all over the wheel
Twenty inch chrome rubbas, go along wit da grill
The smallest thing in my jeans is
just bring them 2
Bring them by the 2
Bring them by the 3
Ion even care that’s just all i know
Ok stop
Bring it back before i even hop
F****** with these
Yeh, it's your boy - Bex
Mon amour - Mon amour babie
Tell me now babe
Check you heart babe, it's where you'll find me
You can pull in my hood, bring
to the max
Even then I blame everybody else except me
Pops left me
I was just three, I cried for help
Moms was busy that don't mean nigga's stupid
But I got
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
had to to bring home a ticket
Talkin' about deals by the million
You know I been the one
Milli the one who gone get it done
I'm on that paper route
that I wrote
When I smoked
I promote, as a song
And drop it like a package
Now ain't it funny
Things that hurt most
Can bring money
Girls that once
PK, yeah it's D-Day
cll them bitcrush kids got my shit on replay
"He say, she say" ain't got shit to relay
Be the blaze that'll get the whole
Bitches, bitches, bitches you love Moet?
Bring some of that shit bring it to me!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Skeet i love Moet
Everybody
It locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes
They spend
On me all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
20 inch rims on my Enzos
Bitches is
championship ring
I got to perform at South by Southwest and A3C
Ebro replaying me
All from me being me
There ain't no lies inside my lines
I put my heart right
Slide to the party
Lookin for shawties
Bad biddies all on me
Can't do the one, I need me like two or three
Lil spanish mami
All on my body
She tryna
like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit,
get to play it twice
Juuuheard?
Die young honor live long you die twice
Only in the dark, you gonn' shine bright
Cause you a star locked Max, took
and amps
it's time to get down, get down with the Sound Pro camp
And clap your hands, to the rhythm we bring
this is a joyous event so let your physical
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