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letra de aint no fun - max b

[max b:]
what’s good
boss don biggavel, mac mustard
wavy crocket, al peezly
see it’s like this baby
you gon’ always be mine
i don’t give a f-ck what n-gg-z you f-ck with
you’ll always be my b-tch
do what i say (gain greene)
uh (tell you a little bit about this sh-t)

[verse 1: max b]
i’m just tryna get my money straight
i f-ck it from the back, she love to make the funny face
that’s right, beat it, don’t stop, lift ya legs up, flip the cover off
she suck it with the rubber off
b-tter-soft leather in the seat and the porscha
that was the sp-ceship, this is the flying saucer
flosser, it’ll cost ya just for f-ckin’ with my life like a enemy
you just wanna f-ck me
you just wanna, treat me like the rest of your b-tches and i’m a diva
when i drive a beamer, me too (me too b-tch)
she wanted to f-ck my belt
and every time this b-tch touch me with her tongue i melt
she said, “i wanna thank you for the gun i felt
ya sh-t fit it so perfect, it was so worth it”
i purchased the brand-new ride
make her scream “max, d-mn you fly”

[hook: max b]
as long as you my b-tch, you gon’ always love me
as long as you my b-tch, you gon’ always wanna f-ck
make sure you got two friends for mac mustard and peezly
kuz it ain’t no fun, if they can’t f-ck too, ooh, ooh

[verse 2: mac mustard]
i’m tryna get between ya knees and breeze
and all i need is a bottle of cru, me and you, a lil’ weed
start slow with the motion, then pick up the speed
in the back seat going hard, f-ckin’ up the v
and i been doin’ this since the days at elton beach
talkin’ on the park, smeezed, when they had the metal seats
b-tch, ain’t lovin’, better speak
kuz you lookin hungry for the team and i’m a let her eat
don’t worry little mama, i got you
have yo’ -ss screamin’ in the telle like i shot you
i’m a wear that -ss out, beatin’ up the top too
goin’ hard, i got to, my n-gg-z is tryna block too, stop loot
kuz it’s a priviledge to say gain greene
n-gg- popped you, them other b-tches not you
it ain’t hard to spot you, your b-tches tryna rock
they lookin’ for a spot too
so waddup

[verse 3: al pac]
i got a good girl, aka gangsta b-tch
and my shorty never hesitate to bang a b-tch
she realer than most of you n-gg-z
when it’s time to go to war, she the first one squeezin’ the triggers
i like ma kuz she kept it real from the start
f-ck these other hoes, only death could break us apart
for the love of my baby, dog i’ll put in work
i dare a n-gg- violate, he gettin’ put in the dirt
my b-tch is sweet kuz you see her up in the skirts
she keep the 22 pearl, brand-new up in the purse
and she quick to let a n-gg- have it, my lady bust da ratchets
she don’t play when it come to the cabbage
not concerned with rocks and karats, my lady’s not ya average
she prefer handglocks, that’s marriage
plus she also look good in chanel and fendi
she split blunts and she sip coke mixed with henny
she the type of chick that’ll have you lay on they side
she ’bout the paper and when it’s beef, she ready to ride
if i blow trial, lil’ ma strangle the judge
what we got here n-gg- is a gangsta’s love

- max b

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