Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Whiskey, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Whiskey |
| Yeah |
| Uh it’s your boy back |
| Fresh off that bay |
| Boss don season |
| Domain pain |
| Shout out to my nigga Young Los in the beats you know |
| I mean, two in the afternoon man |
| Sunny day, strolling throw the Soho |
| Really seen a nice pair of Shades I like |
| You know them shits was like 2, 500 |
| I bought em fuck it |
| It’s what I do |
| Gain Green |
| Boss don shit |
| Domain pain for you niggas |
| Let’s go |
| Get at your man |
| 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 Waviest of all |
| I got a black one white one |
| Even keep a slim bitch |
| They all stick together |
| And they got a good friendship |
| Closet so expensive |
| Angel mon, Cold haan |
| And if I’m smoking that haze |
| That’s forty of that oho bond |
| Know I got the auto mon |
| Loop ya |
| It ain’t shit without 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 used to, the finer shit |
| I don’t do that herb you |
| I only do designer shit |
| I only do the Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada |
| Biggavell is a pimp |
| I run up in ya mama |
| I run up with the lama |
| Pop it at any nigga thinking he is thug |
| Don’t pull up |
| I’m a fill 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 frontline |
| You only gotta tell them focus up one time |
| Nigga, I be trying to duck the one time |
| You smoking with thirty niggas on one dime |
| Here we go |
| Here we go |
| So won’t you niggas |
| Roll up a big fat bag of sour |
| You can’t stop he got the greens |
| Nigga I’m wavy |
| Goddamn I like that power |
| Plus you know we got that Prada |
| Nigga we getting chips while ya’ll getting angry |
| On the stroll of the strip like |
| Bitches 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 Gain |
| Rollie in the mean chain |
| I leave you holly in the cheese lane |
| Holly molly go fuck yourself |
| 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 cabs |
| Aj Lester’s the best rags |
| A buck 20 then |
| That was big money yeah |
| And that’s was a 20−10 |
| I was getting money when Reagan was in office |
| Peepee on your carpet |
| Grind like an orphan |
| Lime in the coffin |
| Bitches of the Myspace |
| Love me out in Boston |
| Oooowwww |
| Here we go |
| Here we go |
| So won’t you niggas |
| Roll up a big fat bag of sour |
| You can’t stop he got the greens |
| Nigga I’m wavy |
| Goddamn I like that power |
| Plus you know we got that Prada |
| Nigga we getting chips while ya’ll getting angry |
| Yeah it’s niggas all pissed off in the game |
| Boss don Biggavell shit |
| Back with that domain pain |
| Yeah Young Los |
| Got another baby |
| Niggas riding that wave |
| Fuck 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 |
| Yeah |
| Know what I mean |
| Gain green baby |
| Oh man |
| Uh |
| Ooowwwww |