Lyrics 75 in the Can - Max B, Paul Couture

75 in the Can

Dirty coppers is tryna hit me
Thot bitches is tricky
Fucking round with niggas I can’t stand
Repetition I had a plan
Soon as I step out that motherfucker bought a van I had the cash
40 acres and a mule
Own a 120 acres
Momma sing the blues we got land
Bigga that shit a nigga jam
Got the black Panamera a 180 Grand its like
I can feel it in my bones
Like a black Bentayga that’s sitting on chrome
I fucks with the nigga Bigga we know he coming home
My proportions like aids the shit is fully blown I can’t
Wait till my kids is fully grown
Watches in the ring
Shit is full of stones
Got flows for the ages
Niggas be tryna Jack
Riding dick like a seesaw I’m never going back
Fuck around and pay the price
Got the logo made of Ice
I be dolo in the night
Drag a bitch like Ray Rice and Uh
Send some niggas to flip a nigga truck
Moving weight like Lizzo
I don’t give a fuck
You niggas will get the sizzle
Put em in the trunk
Tdrive his ass upstate and put him in the dump
The music is EMG we what the bitches want
Baby ride dick let me put it in her rump she got
Dirty coppers is tryna hit me
Thot bitches is tricky
Fucking round with niggas I can’t stand
Repetition I had a plan
Soon as I step out that motherfucker bought a van I had the cash
40 acres and a mule
Own a 120 acres
Momma sing the blues we got land
Bigga that shit a nigga jam
Got the black Panamera a 180 Grand its like
Black Benz
Suit and tie
Niggas pulling up on the scene in a newer ride
Got bullet proof doors in case a nigga step
Demonstration is in order
Niggas wanna check they try to
Good thing I drive stick
Only thing I took was my babies last kiss
We when my niggas blast shit
I got a 180
I be going state to state
Poppin these P’s and same day
Dullo, I’m bout to do it you know
Bring out the cooler
Pour the Dom, Veli the Boss Don numero uno
Sour diesel all in the air coughing up a lung
Gotta million in jewelry on walking through the slums
And I dare a nigga to move
I’ll hit him with the tool
I’ll make a angel out the nigga and lift him out his shoes
I’m Charly Ram
Dirty coppers is tryna hit me
Thot bitches is tricky
Fucking round with niggas I can’t stand
Repetition I had a plan
Soon as I step out that motherfucker bought a van I had the cash
40 acres and a mule
Own a 120 acres
Momma sing the blues we got land
Bigga that shit a nigga jam
Got the black Panamera a 180 Grand its like
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Better keep the hunger, nigga
You want the wave
Say a number
I was dead 11 summers
Never read Columbus
I read the word
The devil was among us
Copped a new Rollie the bezel was humongous
And it like I had to have it she knew
She had a habit we be fucking in a back seat better call a copy
Fuck the prosecutor he suck a dick until he die
Thousand dollar shades cover up the eyes
I’m a book em for a gig
Bullets cook a rib
I’m a kill the nigga dog
I’m a cook the nigga kid
Couldn’t get a set of keys
Pockets full of geez
Pizza extra cheese
I call my nigga Don Clooney he floating on a strip
See youse a tender dick nigga who focus on the bitch
She gotta man
Dirty coppers is tryna hit me
Thot bitches is tricky
Fucking round with niggas I can’t stand
Repetition I had a plan
Soon as I step out that motherfucker bought a van I had the cash
40 acres and a mule
Own a 120 acres
Momma sing the blues we got land
Bigga that shit a nigga jam
Got the black Panamera a 180 Grand its like