Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All My Life, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Biggavelli
Song language: English
All My Life |
I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale |
Its quarters, we got yola don’t be mentioning that mail |
When that brick come back I… yell |
See now we can flip these O’s. |
Ain’t the quantity its quality |
He so high commodity, He got nine for robbery |
Came home a new man, got the city on this loopy shit |
Greasy get that hoopty quick, He gon' make me shoot this shit |
Nigga they ain’t been hot since I blessed the game with G’s up |
Nigga won’t lift my sleeves up |
Baby come lick my penis. |
Bigga he make me cum |
Max know sluts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna |
Out that cut gotta get that bama (bama) |
These niggas just take me light till they laying in a coma |
I come play in California, Oww |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |
Niggas out they mind, even mentioning the team name |
I’ll scrape Gay R, He copping fifths when the team gain |
Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet |
Ain’t kill a nigga yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes |
Stuck with seeds and niggas pet. |
We get seed out the set |
I’ll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the nigga rep |
Wherever the nigga step- |
Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills |
Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel |
When Gay R body hard. |
They telling your man chill |
He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill |
Niggas with ram kills, give a fuck how your man feel |
Ya niggas in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we’ll. |
Power smoking sour, you’l be dead a couple hours |
Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling they’re powders |
Niggas loving the dour come fuck with this thing of ours |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |
Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate- |
Send one through that dome of yours |
While your home watching the Source Awards |
Fuckers got me pissed, thought she was a fan |
Bigging up my new PD3, Screaming nigga give me a CD free |
Bobbing off my shit, you and your main bitch |
Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug |
(?) He is such a work of art |
He is known to squirt the dart. |
Work the charts |
Help these bitches get cake. |
See niggas don’t appreciate |
What I do for the game, fuck the politics |
Coca got a lot of it. |
Poke it out and polish it |
Tell them bitches swallow it- |
Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder shit |
Average in 2010 on some burger shit |
Used him for all purposes, used him for all services |
Wipe you niggas down. |
Look at mama bet she proud of me |
Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery |
We need power boy, Dour called |
Tell me max I got that Sour on, Oww Oww |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a lick or two |
All my life |
I’ma try to hit a bitch or two |
All my ice |
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? |
(Me) |
What you want me to do? |