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letra de West Coast Wave - Max B

[hook]
i’m just tryna f-ck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no
better not f-ck with my hustle
i’m a pimp baby i stay on the grind
f-ck these n-gg-s and these b-tches, keep money on my mind
i be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
n-gg- f-ck with my money i’ll cut you
n-gg- better gimme every dime
‘cuz n-gg- i got that money on my mind

(verse one)
what’s the day that you was born (god bless)
i love my family, i love my music more than i love wakin’ up in the morn’
when n-gg-s stopping my cheese
lukewarm n-gg-s, i’m hotter than sand beach when it’s 90 degrees
ain’t no stopping my gang
i average a tripe-double, my jimmy trouble, n-gg-s can only hope to contain
i can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain
how many n-gg-s that got a better style
you thought i was good before, you say i’m better now
waving the p-89 and the grey beretta round
better duck when i pull it, i leave ya eardrum dipping
i be flipping, getting money and steady tip-tipping
i’m the closest n-gg- to b-i
plus i possess of the swag with six series c-i
drunk in the club, jimmy better come and get him, he high
please, don’t let that m-th-f-cka drive

- max b

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