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Max B - Текст песни Bad Whiskey

Yeah, uh

It's ya boy back

Fresh off that bing

Boss Don Season, Domain Pain

Shout to my nigga Young Los on the beats, ya know

I mean, two in the afternoon man, sunny day

Stormin' through the Soho

Really seen a nice pair of shades I like

Ya know, them shits was like 2500, I bought 'em

Fuck it, it's what I do

Gain Greene, Boss Don shit

Domain Pain for you niggaz, I'm 'bout to get it in

Let's go (let's get it) get at ya man

Talk

Verse 1:

I got the.40 low

Covered up like I'm 40 below

Seven here with like 40 to go, or maybe more

Pay me forward, I'm the waviest of all

Got a black one, white one, even keep a slim bitch

They all stick together, and they got a good friendship

Closet so expensive, Andrew Marc, cold huh

And if I'm smokin' that haze, it's 40's of that Autobahn

Know I got that Auto ma, loop ya

Ya ain't shit without Max, your music need a booster

5th'll leave him screaming like a rooster

Sweep the nigga body off the stoop like a super

Nigga I'm the future

Nigga I be used to the finer shit

I don't do the urban, I only do desginer shit

I only do the Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada

Biggavel is a pimp, I run up in ya momma

Run up with the Llama, pop at a nigga for thinkin' he thug

Dump a dub, I'ma fill this nigga with slugs

I seen this nigga in the club out in Jersey

Seen his team lookin' like they wanna hurt me (but)

But (but what) but thanks to the frontline (yeah)

You only gotta tell 'em focus up one time

Nigga, I be tryna duck the one-time

You smokin' with 30 niggaz on one dime

Chorus:

Here we go, here we go

So won't you niggaz roll up a big fat bag of the sour, sour

You can't stop the wave, nigga I'm wavy
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(We got the haze and the pussy in the telle every hour on the hour)

Got caine, well I've got dour

Plus you know we got that Prada (Prada)

Nigga we gettin' chips while y'all gettin' angry

Verse 2:

On the strool, on the strip nice, bitches on the dick like

Big pipe, cherry lipgloss, get ya lips right (get ya lips right mami)

Get ya lips wet, I'm not Dipset (I'm not Dipset)

Nigga I'm Greene Gain, rolly and the mean chain (Gain Greene)

I leave ya holey in the cheese lane (yeah)

Holey-moley, go fuck yourself, please change

For the better, Max, do it for ya boy

You ridin' in the Jetta, Max, do it for a toy

I be movin' like I'm Floyd (yeah) right jab, left jab

'93 was the shit, Harlem had the best cabs (Harlem)

A.J. Lester's, the best rags

A buck twenty, then, that was big money, then

That was like a twenty-ten, I was gettin' money when

Reagan was in office, pee-pee on your carpets

Grind like an orphan, lime in the coffin

Bitches off the Myspace love me out in Boston

Oww

Chorus:

Here we go, here we go

So won't you niggaz roll up a big fat bag of the sour, sour

You can't stop the wave, nigga I'm wavy

(We got the haze and the pussy in the telle every hour on the hour)

Got caine, well I've got dour

Plus you know we got that Prada (Prada)

Nigga we gettin' chips while y'all gettin' angry

Yeah

Got you niggaz all pissed off in the game

Boss Don Biggavel shit

Back with that Domain Pain, yeah

Young Los, got another one baby

Niggaz ridin' that wave

Fuck wit' ya boy, it's over for these niggaz man

Aw man, hey Big Tone

Gon' flip these niggaz upside down

Jingle that change out they pocket, yeah

Aw man, knaw mean

It's Gain Greene baby, aw man

Uh

Oww

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