Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Refreshing, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Refreshing |
| Summertime shit here man |
| Let’s do it, uh |
| I was doing crime, barely getting by |
| And a nigga was always stressing |
| We was doing time, mama getting high |
| A nigga life is so depressing |
| Now we in need, rolling overseas |
| And I hope this tree don’t get us arrested |
| We getting right, living out our life |
| And the music getting so refreshing |
| I keep the millionaires feasting |
| And the engineers beasting |
| Like Biggavel, where the fuck you been? |
| I can serenade in streets in my plus new Benz |
| Spreads the walls out let me come through them |
| Mama, the boy don’t go cause he’s thirty |
| He look about 21 but he at least thirty |
| Anything I want I can get when I need it |
| Chickens love slurping on my dick come and beat it |
| Left home without that toasty |
| Almost caught a slug |
| Go get ya camera come and quote a thug |
| Moms came the cops and I sold her drugs |
| Coke in a cookie jar, it fizzle up something like soda does |
| Picture rap game without Biggavel |
| You fucks couldn’t make it |
| You hot bitch come and get naked |
| Look like you spent a couple a bucks for his bracelet |
| Sizzurp in the Grand crew straight let me chase it |
| I was doing crime, barely getting by |
| And a nigga was always stressing |
| We was doing time, mama getting high |
| A nigga life is so depressing |
| Now we in need, rolling overseas |
| And I hope this tree don’t get us arrested |
| We getting right, living out our life |
| And the music getting so refreshing |
| I came along way from posting the hallway |
| Smoking purple while they pushing that raw yay |
| Mommy beefing about my cutting cards |
| While I am at my main crib steady cutting up the half |
| The D’s already know my face |
| Cause since young comrade I’ve been caught my case |
| Back and forth to family court |
| And in the same court is where my family fought |
| Mommy screaming don’t snatch my son away |
| But I’m thinking to myself they try snatch my guns away |
| Now I am off to juvie hall |
| But I’m built for this shit so a nigga having a ball |
| Got potential in this motherfucker |
| Eat a nigga food and wreck his dentals in this motherfucker |
| A nigga known for doing what he do |
| So when he mention my name |
| Niggas ain’t have to say who |
| I was doing crime, barely getting by |
| And a nigga was always stressing |
| We was doing time, mama getting high |
| A nigga life is so depressing |
| Now we in need, rolling overseas |
| And I hope this tree don’t get us arrested |
| We getting right, living out our life |
| And the music getting so refreshing |
| I ain’t shit |
| But mama first one |
| Poppa worst one |
| Had to walk the straight line |
| Tryna go to work from |
| Had a little 9 to 5 |
| But that shit ain’t work long |
| Needed a shortcut, had to get my money longer |
| A hustler was born, Rayquon was his first name |
| But was at a stop, whenever that first came (then what) |
| Then the third came (then what) |
| Til them birds came (damn) |
| Pop my cherry no longer a virg-in |
| Wanted to be like pops but was none of his faults |
| Go as hard he did and never get caught (haaaan) |
| I was successful, ask about them |
| Far Rock niggas couldn’t fill them apple bags without them |
| Never sold a rock in my life with these hands |
| See it’s trap records if they pull up their sleeves fam |
| The name Bundles |
| And not by coincidence |
| I had the trap for the scraps I’m getting in (chee) |
| I was doing crime, barely getting by |
| And a nigga was always stressing |
| We was doing time, mama getting high |
| A nigga life is so depressing |
| Now we in need, rolling overseas |
| And I hope this tree don’t get us arrested |
| We getting right, living out our life |
| And the music getting so refreshing |