| Choppa by the mothafuckin' night stand, god damn, aye, shit
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| I think I’m Max Paine
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| I got two 4−5's when I slide mane, god damn, aye, shit
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| I feel like Max Paine
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| I got dope
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| I got dope
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| I got dope
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| Riding round bussin hella jugs
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| Hit my line bitch it’s hella good
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| He a snitch I always knew he would
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| Smoke so much I make my own kush
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| I see you talking you ain’t bout nothing
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| You don’t really want them problems boy
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| Got a bad bitch overseas
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| Pussy sweeter than an Almond Joy
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| Ain’t nobody really fucking with me
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| Underrated like a motherfucker
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| Manipulation at an all high
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| Finesse the bitch for a gold Hummer
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| I’ve been balling hard four summers
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| Before then I was going broke
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| But I always had a vision hoe
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| I might buy that bitch a mink coat
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| Purified water when I sip
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| My white bitch keep my blunt lit
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| My wrist 5 plus 5
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| Yeah my wrist on 10
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| Fuck niggas man they all hate
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| They in my pockets tryna calculate
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| I don’t ever play the back page
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| 30 rounds with the mac spray
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| Real nigga since day one
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| Always looking out for my fam
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| Pillow talking to the punk bitch
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| But I don’t ever understand it
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| I fuck with Maco that’s my brother
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| Presidential with the bezzle
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| That’s a hood nigga gold medal
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| Aye aye aye
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| I heard you niggas buying pussy
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| Bullshitting fake pimping
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| Broke nigga fake lean sipping
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| Never ever had a ring
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| Speaking on the young god
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| Make me wanna go slide
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| Man down homicide
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| Bust a Glock to the side
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| I would never ever panic
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| Hundred round clip banana
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| Fiji water in my cup of noodles
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| Damn a nigga living lavish
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| I don’t got no time to hang
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| Less a nigga getting paid
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| Beat the pussy out the frame
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| Never call the bitch again
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| All black when I mob
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| Cuban link be the chain
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| Got a grey bimmer coupe
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| And a jeweler named Ray
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| She fuck with me she got taste
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| 5k for the vase
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| Got my crib looking player
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| Busting bands on La Brea
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| Everything ain’t what it seem
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| You bought the bitch some fake Celine
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| Then wonder why she paying me
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| Now you’re back to breaking down quarter P’s
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| Gave that hoe a better situation
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| Told her getting money obligation
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| I remember trapping off the radar
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| Now I’m shopping for an i7 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Max Pain , by - Larry June. Song from the album Good Job Larry, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп