Max B - Quarantine Lyrics
(feat. Hollywood Fergie)[Max B:]Dame Grease (it's ya boy Biggavel')Hollywood Ferg***** with' yo' boy, ow[Hook: Max B]Won't you hit me for them *****es dude, he pull up in sixes tooWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen moodGets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya upWhen you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behindNiggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)Pardon me, take your breath away like a robberyOw Ow[Verse 1: Max B]Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someoneGotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that hoeTold her daddy that she love me, Bigga, she eat my dickLeave ya red like a tomato, gonna spin you like tornadoKnow that boy, he got that label, Bigga don't ***** with Gain Greene?Hit you with that big shit, get your career endedNigga I feel offendedBest to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chiefLeave you leakin' in the streetCatch you cheatin' that's your feet (feet) off of them, they goLeave you all fileted and broke, they don't alternate that cokeI'm a hit them when they close they eyes, ship they dome all out the skyHide ya prize, every dime I count is minesOw Ow[Hook: Max B]Won't you hit me for them *****es dude, he pull up in sixes tooWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen moodGets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya upWhen you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behindNiggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)Pardon me, take your breath away like a robberyOw Ow[Verse 2: Hollywood Fergie]Foster home to foster home, case in D.C.F.Yung Ferg, kicked to the curb and forced to head and nestAlways knew that I'd be blessed, like a angel in the fleshI get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eyeWasn't for rap, I'd prolly be dead, wasn't for coke, I'd prolly be brokeWasn't for push, I'd prolly be *****ed, ***** you think, touchin' all them bricksAlmost had dreams that I copped that six, know these fiends, gon' need that fixI'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like Allen ICheck Maxy for them pies, he gon' front me 25Bring 'em back, 20 perp, off 'em all for 25Middleman anything that I can, who the ***** you think that I amCop that Aston-Martin caddy, I ain't even touch my sackFiends be itchin' like a rash, mami told me stroke it fast"Are you done? ", she said "Yeah, right", only Bigga make me cum*****in' smut, I pull out and bust, all over her buttI'll be damned, the way she move, I'm bussin' all over my hand[Hook: Max B]Won't you hit me for them *****es dude, he pull up in sixes tooWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen moodGets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya upWhen you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behindNiggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)Pardon me, take your breath away like a robberyOw Ow[Verse 3: Max B]I took the streets without no radio, Maxy, he's so wavy yoOl' girl, she wanted that 80 of blow, had to get her rightShe said "Biggy, I feel freaky like Miss PiggyWon't you hop up like a froggy", "***** I'm 'bout to do you doggy"There's no way you can be my shorty, see I don't love these hoesI just touch 'em and I tease 'em, I'm big pimpin', never beat 'emNever (never) get excited when a nigga meet 'emDo 'em like my other *****es mane, he pull up in sixes maneHe pull up and hit ya mane, right when you on that blockPush 'em off, said you can't leave kuz you got 'em off that rockTell me when's it all gon' stop, the shooters that fled now scream bleepNo more Aston Mars, put you in a casket paTook you off that wagon car, couldn't roll with that waveIt's a shame, that these niggaz doin' Broadway playsLookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from JacobGot that cake, can't wait to go back to JamaicaOw Ow[Hook: Max B]Won't you hit me for them *****es dude, he pull up in sixes tooWatch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen moodGets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya upWhen you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behindNiggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)Pardon me, take your breath away like a robberyOw Ow