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letra de the greatest - max b

[max b:]
they say i’m the greatest
no, they trully do, they say i’m the greatest
grease, what’s good baby
oww oww oww
know we got this thing goin’ on
this goon music, yeah
can’t explain myself, i don’t how i’m a tell you (lemme tell ya suttin’)
oww oww oww

[hook: max b]
as bad as i wanna tell ya, i just can’t seem to say it
i love you more than you’ll ever know (than you’ll ever know)
they say there is no compet-tion, you put him up and i bet he blow
don’t get mad you ain’t wavy, baby
i got the beamer that’s white as snow (that’s white as snow)
i’m tryna f-ck it like you’ll never know
(f-ck it like you’ll never know)

[verse 1: max b]
i told the girl (what you told her?)
“why you keep rollin’ on to me baby?
let the grand cru taste ya golden lady”
finally there came a realization that, murder i was facin’, jack
burner on ya tongue, let you taste the mac, b-tches tastin’ max
they suck and they swallow, gargle
pour it on the model, shut up b-tch, gargle (swallow)
let off six hollows, light any of them, f-ck it, die slow
n-gg-z cooperatin’ with 5-0
i know what they do, just give me some room, lemme twerk
mami i’m tryna lift ya skirt
hit ya lil f-nny from the back, gotta tell her me go deeper
only time you n-gg-z fly is easter, weaker
she makin’ me seem when she f-ck it then she touch a n-gg- skin
that lotion, gotta rub it in
she like that johnson & johnson, vigilante like charles bronson
run in your apartment, oww

[verse 2: mac mustard]
shorty in the right place at the wrong time
lemme hit that tight holster with this long .9
baby got me in the way, y’all b-tches wanna swallow
said she love my verse so i can pour it on the model
i was loadin’ the hollows, thinkin’ ’bout the next hit
b-tch was on some next sh-t, t-tties rubbin’ her necklace
reckless, my b-tch be calm in the hood, she catch me with the next b-tch
she goin’ to her -ss, uh, the tecs spit
so be quick on the follow-up and you can get this nice d-ck to gobble up
and i will tell you when your time is up
biggavell, line ’em up, mac takin’ ’em all down
no numbers to call now, these b-tches is wh-r-s now

[verse 3: max b]
bigga he do it big, better check my status, i’m a boss
my ferrari, i flew it in, threw it in
as a little bonus baby love because you earned it
everything i taught her ’bout the game, mami learned it
crawlin’ up for sherm sticks, poppa in the living room
b-tches screamin’, “f-ck me” in they interviews, interludes
“maxi, i’m so into you”, “baby, no you ain’t, you just sprung”
she got that earring in her tongue
and she like to do it out in public, shoot-out on some thug sh-t
said she wanna move out of her husband’s
cousins, sisters, aunties, nieces
smokin’ on 50’s of sour then her in pieces

- max b

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