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letra de Ready To Ride - Max B

uh
young los
gain greene
boss don bigavell
mac mustard
let’s go

[hook]
owww
i told ya don’t come closer
i’m gon’ rope ya dog you f-cking with a smoker
i’m ready to ride
you n-gg-s think i’m p-ssy
i dare you motherf-ckers to come and push me
i’m ready to die
i love the scene
n-gg-s with swagging jacking on my d-ck
steady try to ride my wave (jim jones)
gain greene ain’t changed
n-gg- it’s max and mustard
diamonds is cl-stered
we drive box way ey ey

[verse 1 – max b]
you need to just, hit me up
i can get that order for you
i can get them quarters to you
i can make that quarter for you
i can make that quarter through you
make a n-gg- b-tch that slow
got them sitting all uncomfortable
you know what this punk will do
spend around (?)
just in case i ain’t leaving no witness
i be sleeping with your b-tches
try to get creep with your b-tches
send them numbers over four
i send them pumpers over
i’ma send them dumpers close to b-tch
look at this team they grimey
cops right behind me
burning down a big spliff
perm is still suspended
f-ck it he won’t learn
ti’ll he right back in that burgenvans
sick, no more chips
no more b-tches on my d-ck
you don’t want it with them boys that will
pop your -ss, lots of stash
lots of cash, d-mn you
only drink fifths of grand cru
shower smoking bamboo
if there is no more his piece is white
hit you with that forty-four
make that b-tch go sleepy night
bye

[verse 2 – mac mustard]
some n-gg-s pump all day
and don’t bring a dollar home
i don’t break bricks
i break ribs and collarbones
yeah i gotta home, but these streets i gotta roam
and i break a n-gg-s jaw, even when i got the chrome
i’m, sick with the flow
spit with a disease
and i’ll give it to a n-gg- like hepat-tis b
the weapon under the teeth
cause distant and spitting the second you n-gg-s flee
catch him stepping out his v
ain’t no spitting recklessly
i gotta a steady hand, i’m trying dead your man
n-gg-s even smith and wesson me
n-gg-s send me to the strip it’s time to light it up
max put mustard on this sh-t it’s time to spice it up
new edition to this gain greene infection
there’s no protection, we closing in from all directions
with smith and wessons
no chase
put a couple plates in your back
put your face on your lap
come out your face to the mac
it’s gain greene

[hook]
oww
i told ya don’t come closer
i’m gon’ rope ya dog you f-cking with a smoker
i’m ready to ride
you n-gg-s think i’m p-ssy
i dare you motherf-ckers to come and push me
i’m ready to die
i love the scene
n-gg-s with swagging jacking on my d-ck
steady try to ride my wave (jim jones)
gain greene ain’t changed
n-gg- it’s max and mustard
diamonds is cl-stered
we drive box way ey ey

[verse 3 – max b]
yeah
let me demonstrate what this cig will do
let me rip a lemon too
leaving you for dead
about to beat you off that bread
i’ma need it i ain’t f-cking around
bullets got you ducking down
throwing up, heard your money coming but it’s slowing up
heard you going tough
try to blackball, ain’t heard
nothing about that sony deal
benz’s got them chromy wheels
hop out let that pony pill
homie real, f-cking fiends
she try to cop with those phony bills
max came home no quarter mill
they scored enough
they ought to k!ll
b-tches need love, they on the pill
they bringing them in, we find them out
max want bread, need more than a mill
need more then a deal
need more then a fill
i just want to f-ck need more then a spill
n-gg- need more than a spill
n-gg- need more than a spill

- max b

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