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letra de to da max - hd4president

to da max lyrics
[intro]
ah-ah
(hd on the track you know it’s pressure when he droppin’)
ah-ah
(lil’ trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
hd

[verse 1]
double cup, you know a n-gga sippin’ on that lean now
i ain’t rockin’ levi’s, it’s amiri for my jeans now
b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ rich and i got all these racks on me now (all these racks on me now)
vvs’s bussin’, i got johnny dang on speed dial
wait, turn me up, b-tch, don’t never turn me down in here (don’t never turn me down)
henny in my cup, you know i’m sippin’ on that brown in here (sippin’ on that brown)
pull up in a truck with big old sticks, it’s goin’ down in here (it’s goin’ down)
don’t get out of line before a n-gga bat you down in here
diamonds dancing all around my nеck, it look like chris brown
cartier be bussin’, big old diamonds on my wrist now (diamonds on my wrist now)
b-tch, i’m lit, i’m too mothеrf-ckin’ lit, yeah (yeah)
balenciaga’s, don’t be steppin’ on my kicks, yeah

[chorus]
turned up, jiggin’ too the max right now (right now)
b-tch, we goin’ up and we ain’t never coming down (and we ain’t never coming down)
com on, slide with me, you know, left, right, yeah (yeah)
to the side with me, goin’ live with me, aye
thuggin’ with my n-ggas, yeah, you know i got a sick team
shawty on my d-ck because she love the way my wrist bling (wrist bling)
b-tch, i’m too lit (i’m too lit), got me turned up to the roof, a n-gga ruthless (a n-gga ruthless)
that n-gga talking out his neck but ain’t gon’ do sh-t
[verse 2]
b-tch, i dropped a bag up on these new baguettes
glizzy with a switch and on my yup, that’s where that ruger at (whoa)
riding with your b-tch, she old as sh-t, come get your cougar back
shawty gave me top, she like to bop all where my noodle at
head game the sickest, had to put her on my first string
maybach, all white, you know that b-tch come with a curtain
i’m in a ferrari, do 160 and i’m swerving
let my window down up at the light, your b-tch keep flirting
n-gga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, he ain’t nothing (he ain’t nothing)
and i don’t need no keys to crank the whip, it got a b-tton (it got a b-tton)
i know your booty fake but i don’t care, i’m tryna touch it (yeah)
i cut up when we f-ckin’ (yeah), i hit her then i’m bussin’ (hd)

[outro]
ah-ah
yeah
(lil’ trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

- hd4president

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