| I try to tell em it was real, My nigga he wouldn’t listen
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| Now he set up wit 10 to 20, Sitten up in the prision
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| Just finished readin ya kype
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| It said «Max you gon' be alright…
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| Just hold ya head and continue to write
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| Continue to fight»
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| They need me nigga this ain’t a free-bee
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| Biggavel rated R yall niggas is PG
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| We push the sixes, Wit the gat in the back
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| Never fallin off, Never got slack in my mac
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| All ya bitches they attracted to Max
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| All they wanna do is suck a dick
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| Boss Don pimp I’m on sum other shit
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| Gettin this money reapin the benefits im lovin it
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| Thuggin it, sizzurp and remy baby I fucks wit it
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| I ain’t tryna bluff wit the tooley, Baby im bussin it
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| Tie em up and beat until we think its enough of it
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| And I ain’t done wit it, M.O.B nigga I ain’t cuffin it
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| The block’s still hot, I ain’t huggin it (nawwhh)
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| Nigga you better grip ya rosaries
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| If you think of gettin close to me
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| I’mma fix a nigga up
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| I’mma hit the nigga up
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| The fifth lift a nigga up owwwww
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| Nigga you better grip ya rosaries
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| If you think of gettin close to me
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| I’mma fix a nigga up
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| I’mma hit the nigga up
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| The fifth lift a nigga up owwwww
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| (Bridge)
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| This for my niggas in the can
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| My niggas thats doin' time
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| Hustlin for corner to corner
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| My niggas on the grind
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| Hold ya head lil nigga, You’ll get ya time
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| Hold ya head lil nigga, You’ll get ya shine
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| Stick up kids run the streets
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| Then be grown be on the phone
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| Nigga run up on ya home put 3 in ya dome
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| Put 7 on the pinky, Put 3 on the stone
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| You better leave them boys alone
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| This shit is gettin lovely
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| My niggas they gettin ugly
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| Screamin they gettin hungry for chow
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| And these niggas they gettin money
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| It’s kinda funny, I managed to live it lavish
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| Couldn’t get a couple dollars from niggas when I ain’t have it
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| Now I’m takin trips out to paris, Flyin into da night
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| G-550 45 hundred a flight, least 9−50 45 hundred a flight
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| Baby lick da balls let it glide under the pipe
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| You see me on my pimp strut
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| See me wit the fifth tucked
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| See me back it out when there drama and let the shit bust (nawwhh, nuhh-uh)
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| I ain’t never bitch up
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| Cops tryna connect me to murder, they say they got my picture
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| Give a hundred grand to them bitches
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| Tell em hit the buildin
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| This the first of the month, baby we fittina make a killin (yeaa)
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| I make it look it easy, I know yo niggas hate me
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| Eat a dick and get you a glance of the milliow dollar baby (owwwwww)
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| My honeys they tell me im in my swag
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| Got the piff lit while she blowin me in her jag
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| Baby this dick it cost it cost a g
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| Gimmie money for cabs
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| Cause M-luddie on the corner
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| He need sum money for slabs
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| They love my music, They say its a good look
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| Keep ya bars up to speed, And you stay wit sum good hooks
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| Lemme show you the definiton of a thug
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| We make it rain and get it poppin everytime we in the club
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| (Bridge)
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| Outro
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| Yea fuckin wit this one baby… got the game kinda off balance right now
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| But you kno… keep up the speed. |
| doin it for Gaine Greene ya kno
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| Dipset… Its Ya boy Biggavel just displayin my Versatility gotta love it
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| Say it to em again baby, talk to em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rosary , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 24, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп