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Max B - Bad Whiskey Lyrics

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  • Un it's your boy back fresh off that bay boss don season domain pain shouts out to my nikka young los in the beach you know I mean two in the afternoon sunny day strollin throw the sowos really seen a nice pair of shades I like you know them shits was like 2, 500 I bought em ***** it it's what I do gaine green boss don shit domain pain for you niggas let's go
  • [Verse 1:]
  • I got the forty low covered up like I'm forty below seven in like I'm forty to go or maybe more pay me for I'm the wavyest of all I got a black one white one even keep a slim ***** they all stick together and they got a good friendship closet so expensive angle mon cold hon and if I'm smoking that haze that's forty of that ooo bond know I got the auto mon loop ya it ain't shit with out max your music need a booster the fifth will leave you screaming like a rooster sweep the nigga body of the stoop like a supra nigga I'm the future nigga I be use to the finer shit I don't do that herb you I only do desingner shit I only do the guccie louie finddy prada biggavell is a pimp I run up in ya mama I run up with the lama pop it at any nigga thinkin he is thug I'm a feel this nigga with slugs I seen this nigga in a club out in jersey seen his team looking like they want to hurt me but thanks to the one time you gotta focus up one time nikka I be trying to duck the one time you smoking with thirty niggas on one dime
  • [Hook:]
  • Here we go here we go it's one nigga rolling up a big fat bag of the sour u can't stop me he got the rang nigga I'm wavy goddamn of lane got doughter plus you know we got that prada nigga we getting chips wise while ya'll getting angry
  • [Verse 2:]
  • On the strole of the strip like *****es on the dick like big pipe cherry lip gloss get your lips right get your lips wet I'm not dipset nigga I'm green gaine rollie in the mean chain I leave you holly in the cheese lane holly molly go ***** your plea your chain for the better max do it for your boy you was riding in the jetta max do it for a toy I be moving like I'm floyd right jab left jab 93 was the shit harlem had the best cab aj lester the best rags a buck 20 that was money then yea and that's was a 20 then I was getting money when regan was in office peep me on your cope list grind like and orphan lime in the coffin *****es of the myspace love me out in boston oooowwww
  • [Hook: x2]
  • Yea it's niggas all pissed off in the game boss don biggavell shit back with that domain pain yea young los got another baby niggas riding that wave ***** with your boy it's over for these niggas man oh man ey big tone we gonna flip these niggas upside down jingle that change out they pocket che know what I mean gaine green baby oh man un ooowwwww

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