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letra de they mad at me - max b

[intro: max b]
lil’ boss player sh-t
max biggavel, dame grease, mak mustard
gotta love this sh-t here yeah man
so classical
it’s a lot of hateful energy going on in the game right now but you know
we goin’ just keep it goin’
do what you do boss biggavel, talk to the game
uhh, chyeah

[verse 1: max b]
d-mn i met this b-tch so thick (i think)
i think she chug the whole d-mn fifth (greedy)
not considered a trick but tip
f-ck it, let’s drag ’em down to the mall
then we guaranteed to him ’em with the d-ck (guaranteed)
got these n-ggas talking sh-t
steady hollin’ off the b-tch
if it don’t make dollars, it makes cents
f-ck it might as well kick it to the curb (f-ck it)
these n-ggas just want attention
we drinking in the burbs
got me whispering you love songs (wooh)
she doing tricks with her tongue
she likes to l!ck the pee hole (ee hole)
mama head game called cerebral
do the d-ck slow (slow)
or she ain’t come to repo
she come and take the c-ck like a cop
drink it all to the last drop
baby hold the drugs
her p-ssy hole is the stash box
this is it, this your last stop (stop)
f-cking with me, you won’t go far
[chorus: max b & dame grease]
i don’t know why these n-ggas is mad at me (mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (tragedy)
she gives me designer, and call me your majesty
come on mami, i’m just tryna f-ck (shawty)

[verse 2: dame grease]
ahh, she must be use to all the c-ck in her life
she’s a ready chick
you know she can handle it (handle it, handle it)
i heard she could puff a whole key (uh)
a mini glock 9 and a quarter b is how it be (sour)
she’s a hung high roller chick
some of y’all have heard of her but none of y’all can get with her (get with her, uh uh)
unless you got 50 grand
the b-tch got a master plan, and i’m what she want fam’
so i drink a lot of [?] from actors to ball players, rappers to boxers, hustlers to shotters
the b-tch went national, she blew wavy crada
b-tch blew the whole team in back of the impala
baby girl just so hot
come and drop some money shots
b-tch bring your fend over
bend your d-mn back over (uh)
now shawty got a fat ass (uhh)
i’m about to get your rap back
[chorus: max b]
i don’t know why these n-ggas is mad at me (mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (tragedy)
she gives me massages and call me your majesty (your majesty)
come on mami, i’m just tryna f-ck

[verse 3: mak mustard]
step in the club with more than a two step
two texts and i’m goin’ leave more than a few wet
if you step or even leave a scuff on my air maxs
all you n-ggas goin’ have to cut off airmac
i don’t give a f-ck who heard or head at
take it in the truck and share that
caught me with a sm-t in the cut tryna f-ck, i’ll wear that
she don’t give a f-ck
she ain’t holding a tear back
leave the b-tch alone
stop hittin’ up my phone
and think next time when give the b-tch a home
imma’ give the b-tch the bone and hit the f-cking door
i f-cked a b-tch before, bumping american wh0re
the b-tch f-ckin’ us all
she be beggin’ for more
b-tch is hot in her drawers
i won’t stop her at all
she love c-ck in her jaws
you do a lot for this wh0re
stop it and let her get it poppin’
[chorus: max b]
i don’t know why these n-ggas is mad at me (mad at me)
300 your first week, my guy what a tragedy (tragedy)
she gives me massages and call me your majesty (your majesty)
come on mami, i’m just tryna f-ck

- max b

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