| I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale
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| Its quarters, we got yola don’t be mentioning that mail
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| When that brick come back I… yell
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| See now we can flip these O’s. |
| Ain’t the quantity its quality
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| He so high commodity, He got nine for robbery
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| Came home a new man, got the city on this loopy shit
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| Greasy get that hoopty quick, He gon' make me shoot this shit
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| Nigga they ain’t been hot since I blessed the game with G’s up
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| Nigga won’t lift my sleeves up
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| Baby come lick my penis. |
| Bigga he make me cum
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| Max know sluts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna
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| Out that cut gotta get that bama (bama)
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| These niggas just take me light till they laying in a coma
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| I come play in California, Oww
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do?
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do?
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| Niggas out they mind, even mentioning the team name
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| I’ll scrape Gay R, He copping fifths when the team gain
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| Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet
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| Ain’t kill a nigga yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes
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| Stuck with seeds and niggas pet. |
| We get seed out the set
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| I’ll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the nigga rep
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| Wherever the nigga step-
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| Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills
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| Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel
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| When Gay R body hard. |
| They telling your man chill
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| He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill
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| Niggas with ram kills, give a fuck how your man feel
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| Ya niggas in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we’ll.
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| Power smoking sour, you’l be dead a couple hours
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| Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling they’re powders
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| Niggas loving the dour come fuck with this thing of ours
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do?
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do?
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| Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate-
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| Send one through that dome of yours
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| While your home watching the Source Awards
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| Fuckers got me pissed, thought she was a fan
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| Bigging up my new PD3, Screaming nigga give me a CD free
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| Bobbing off my shit, you and your main bitch
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| Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug
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| (?) He is such a work of art
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| He is known to squirt the dart. |
| Work the charts
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| Help these bitches get cake. |
| See niggas don’t appreciate
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| What I do for the game, fuck the politics
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| Coca got a lot of it. |
| Poke it out and polish it
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| Tell them bitches swallow it-
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| Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder shit
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| Average in 2010 on some burger shit
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| Used him for all purposes, used him for all services
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| Wipe you niggas down. |
| Look at mama bet she proud of me
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| Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery
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| We need power boy, Dour called
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| Tell me max I got that Sour on, Oww Oww
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do?
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a lick or two
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| All my life
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| I’ma try to hit a bitch or two
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| All my ice
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| Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
| (Me)
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| What you want me to do? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Life , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп