[Max B:]
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They say I'm the greatest
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No, they trully do, they say I'm the greatest
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Grease, what's good baby
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Oww Oww Oww
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Know we got this thing goin' on
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This Goon Music, yeah
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Can't explain myself, I don't how I'm a tell you (lemme tell ya suttin')
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Oww Oww Oww
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[Hook: Max B]
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As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
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I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
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They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
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Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
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I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
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I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
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(Fuck it like you'll never know)
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[Verse 1: Max B]
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I told the girl (what you told her?)
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"Why you keep rollin' on to me baby?
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Let the Grand Cru taste ya golden lady"
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Finally there came a realization that, murder I was facin', Jack
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Burner on ya tongue, let you taste the Mac, bitches tastin' Max
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They suck and they swallow, gargle
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Pour it on the model, shut up bitch, gargle (swallow)
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Let off six hollows, light any of them, fuck it, die slow
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Niggaz cooperatin' with 5-0
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I know what they do, just give me some room, lemme twerk
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Mami I'm tryna lift ya skirt
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Hit ya lil fanny from the back, gotta tell her me go deeper
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Only time you niggaz fly is Easter, weaker
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She makin' me seem when she fuck it then she touch a nigga skin
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That lotion, gotta rub it in
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She like that Johnson & Johnson, Vigilante like Charles Bronson
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Run in your apartment, oww
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[Hook: Max B]
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As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
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I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
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They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
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Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
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I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
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I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
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(Fuck it like you'll never know)
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[Verse 2: Mac Mustard]
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Shorty in the right place at the wrong time
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Lemme hit that tight holster with this long .9
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Baby got me in the way, y'all bitches wanna swallow
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Said she love my verse so I can pour it on the model
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I was loadin' the hollows, thinkin' 'bout the next hit
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Bitch was on some next shit, titties rubbin' her necklace
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Reckless, my bitch be calm in the hood, she catch me with the next bitch
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She goin' to her ass, uh, the Tecs spit
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So be quick on the follow-up and you can get this nice dick to gobble up
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And I will tell you when your time is up
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Biggavell, line 'em up, Mac takin' 'em all down
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No numbers to call now, these bitches is whores now
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[Hook: Max B]
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As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
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I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
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They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
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Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
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I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
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I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
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(Fuck it like you'll never know)
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[Verse 3: Max B]
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Bigga he do it big, better check my status, I'm a boss
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My Ferrari, I flew it in, threw it in
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As a little bonus baby love because you earned it
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Everything I taught her 'bout the game, mami learned it
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Crawlin' up for sherm sticks, poppa in the living room
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Bitches screamin', "Fuck me" in they interviews, interludes
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"Maxi, I'm so into you", "Baby, no you ain't, you just sprung"
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She got that earring in her tongue
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And she like to do it out in public, shoot-out on some thug shit
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Said she wanna move out of her husband's
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Cousins, sisters, aunties, nieces
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Smokin' on 50's of sour then her in pieces
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[Hook: Max B]
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As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
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I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
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They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
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Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
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I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
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I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
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(Fuck it like you'll never know)
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The Greatest
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| Max B |
