| Yeah
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| Nice introduction
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| Matter of fact
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| We don’t need no introduction man
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| There’s only a couple of niggas that can ride this bomb-ass Grease beat
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| It’s Dame Grease wave aye
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| Got the boy Al Pac with me on this one again
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| Got a little classic back with Dame Grease
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| Let’s go
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| The Dour
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| Tell them loosen up
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| Two hundred I spend on all my drawers
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| Blow up my baby powder and my polo
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| Bitches know me out in Pelham
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| They tell me «Max B I wish that you could put your dick in the package»
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| Got a nigga running with the ratchet
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| Steady trapping them niggas off
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| Nigga we drinking
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| We got that henny oh
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| Got the semi off in my enemies
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| Praying that they die slow
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| Cops are just steady coming
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| We running from the five-oh
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| Yeah them bitches they got nothing on Max
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| This is the truest fucking song
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| Put your
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| Go on to the left
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| Let a nigga grip
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| You know how the bigga get
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| You know how to hit a lick
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| When you beat bread
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| Just bring ham if you need it for the hit
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| Keep a forty by the pillow
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| I’ll shoot him in his sleep too
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| All you got to say is where to meet you
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| I wonder if I chase you home
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| Just talk about it
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| Or even made you taste this chrome
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| Shock the party
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| I wonder if I stayed too long
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| Would you still want to fuck baby
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| Because I’m scheming tonight
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| One of the hardest out
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| Smoke like a chimney
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| Birds trying to ride the wave
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| Don’t have the remedy
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| I’m sipping on Hennessy
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| Riding on my enemies
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| I’ma be a menace so you niggas ain’t getting rid of me
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| Think I can’t fuck with whoever
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| Then put your money up
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| Slugs from the fifth
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| Guarantee They’ll tear your tummy up
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| Gotti got his money up bitch
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| So I wanted war
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| Niggas get out of line
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| Hit them with the forty-four
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| Gang Green
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| That’s the team
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| Bitch we tear the strip up
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| Ten guns flipped up
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| Quick to shoot your whip up
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| Steady clean
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| Looking mean
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| Five-thirty-five high
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| Born well-loved from Compton to Bedstuy
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| Biggavel
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| Young Pac
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| Front to make the gun pop
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| I’m the king of the city
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| These little niggas run blocks
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| If rap don’t work, then It’s back to the street
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| It’s must to go hard on a Dame Grease beat
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| Preach
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| I wonder if I chase you home
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| Just talk about it
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| Or even made you taste this chrome
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| Shock the party
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| I wonder if I stayed too long
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| Would you still want to fuck baby
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| Because I’m scheming tonight
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| I heard she was a ten
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| And despite of her husband
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| I heard she get it in (she get it in, yeah)
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| Let me tell you niggas how she dipping around the bed
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| She get it around the head
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| I’ma hit you with plenty more
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| Baby girl
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| You ain’t give me your all
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| Bigga ain’t got no penny for hoes
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| I’ll make her do plenty chores
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| In every thirty seconds
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| The remy pours
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| Yeah, give me more
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| Semi soft
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| Daddy need him a rub down
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| Dust down
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| Nigga we putting in
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| Look at the money pile
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| I’m copping they see me in the Beam
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| Nigga squeeze
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| He ain’t supposed to have that
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| Fifty stacks down
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| Fuck the cash back
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| Fuck the stash at
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| Biggaveli
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| The class act
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| into the left
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| Look at him go
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| Damn, they let they let the boys run
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| Selling your pussy just like a car girl
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| I wonder if I chase you home
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| Just talk about it
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| Or even made you taste this chrome
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| Shock the party
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| I wonder if I stayed too long
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| Would you still want to fuck me baby
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| Because I’m scheming tonight
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| Yeah
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| This is wavy
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| Biggavel
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| Al Pac
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| You know
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| This shit is wavy over here man
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| Know you niggas wish you could do joints like these
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| To
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| We here
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| Aye Al Pac
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| We got 'em baby
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| Weak niggas don’t
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| My young gunner better than every nigga over there
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| Yup
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| Shout out to
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| You already know
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| Dame Grease
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| You got another one
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| Baby
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| lip-singing
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| Domain Pain 3
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| Baby
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| Niggas about to get the dunking
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| Ahh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chased You Home, artist - Max B. Album song On Demand: Max Payne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп