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letra de me & bae - wawg max

[intro]
h-llo, what’s up, babe?
what’s up, babe?
bae, i’m ready, bae, i’m ready
alright, what you doing?
come get me
alright, i’m on the way

[chorus]
thinkin’ she fancy, classy, p-ssy look fabulous
i’m tryna take her down, shorty keeps spazzin’, naggin’
she on my ass, want me to put d-ck in her mouth
b-tch got me braggin’, happen, tell all my n-ggas
i’ll give a b-tch keys to my house
rft cappin’, flaggin’, talk about slime n-gga
f-ck n-gga, switch that route
just want the bag, n-gga, f-ck that clown
boy, you’s a rat, had to shut his mouth
lit as a b-tch, i can try that now
i say, “bae, what you want?” tell her, “peace or i’m out”
out with that vest, my lil’ b-tch out there protected
strut with that glock, not now with that smith & wesson
f-ck n-gga, pay, i tell bae, “eat his face”
she rock out with that glock, we gon’ tеach him a lesson

[verse]
come to the loud, makе him f-ck, n-gga, check in
play with that biz, i’ma send him a blessing
walk out the sets with my b-tch, a few bags
catch a flight, i’m relaxed on my way out of texas
take my mind, n-gga, i miss you, feel paid
won’t forget you, i hate, i ain’t looked at your message
so we keep spinnin’ and spinnin’, ain’t dizzy
as f-ck, n-gga told all my bros what i’m tellin’
get when i lose, i move on, i’m prevailing
glock with a switch, send a n-gga to h-ll
you’s a b-tch, get the belt like a kid, have him yellin’
god said the demons won’t make it to heaven
me and my b-tch like that number 11
step on the opp, tell my b-tch tap his chest in
bonnie and clyde, b-tch, just step out my side
once you step out my hip like my motherf-ckin’ weapon
[bridge]
what, what? ay, ay, what?
what, what? ay, uh, uh
it’s max, n-gga (what? what?)
it’s max, n-gga (ay, what? what?)

[chorus]
n-gga, she fancy, classy, p-ssy look fabulous
i’m tryna take her down, start to keep spazzin’, naggin’
she on my ass, want me to put d-ck in her mouth
b-tch got me braggin’, happen, tell all my n-ggas
how i give a b-tch the keys in my house
rft cappin’, flaggin’, talk about slime n-gga
f-ck, n-gga, switch that route
just want the bag, n-gga, f-ck that clown
boy, you’s a rat, had to shut his mouth
lit as a b-tch, i can try that now
i say, “babe, what you want?” tell her, “peace or i’m out”
out with the vest, my lil’ b-tch out there protected
strut with that glock, not now with that smith & wesson
f-ck n-gga, pay, i tell bae, “eat his face”
she walk out with that glock, we gon teach him a lesson

- wawg max

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