Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tattoos on Her Back , by - Max B. Release date: 05.05.2014
Song language: English
Tattoos on Her Back |
| Tatoos on her ass |
| Take one |
| Dame Grease, we got 'em baby |
| Got these niggaz |
| Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac |
| You know it’s Vigilante Season man |
| Fuck this shit |
| So I’ll just give you that wave |
| Shout to the Four Horsemen |
| Let’s get 'em, uh |
| Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced |
| (Too advanced) |
| How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands |
| (Fuck you do that, fucked up now) |
| When my songs come on, they do the dance |
| (Do the dance) |
| Bitches tattoo my name on they ass |
| Yeah |
| The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up |
| The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up |
| Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums |
| My DVDs be in the slums |
| Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak |
| You bitch niggaz couldn’t see me like cheap seats |
| Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps |
| Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left |
| Stop it son you not the shit, I’ll pop a clip |
| Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit |
| What the fuck is that, that’s some homo shit |
| I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit |
| That ain’t even one third of the wave, I possess the fury |
| Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry |
| Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I’m a nuke myself |
| Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself |
| Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me |
| They gon' find ya like Pimp C |
| I don’t give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be |
| Nigga your only 23 |
| Owww |
| Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black |
| (Coupe is black) |
| And I’m never too old, we movin' the cash |
| Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that |
| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass |
| Nigga I ain’t trippin' off this shit |
| I’m a tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?) |
| Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty |
| The 2010 Biggie |
| Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru |
| Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave |
| More fiend, that’s that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship |
| Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts |
| Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar |
| Pay for your funeral on my debit card |
| Cop a pine box, you don’t want that, baby |
| Niggaz on my dick, screamin' «Wavy» |
| Try to do a splash, now cyclones |
| They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E’s got you hyper |
| Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set |
| They make me wanna squirt the Tech |
| Owww |
| Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks |
| (Doin' tracks) |
| She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash |
| She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that |
| (What type fruits is that) |
| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass |
| Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced |
| (Too advanced) |
| How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands |
| (Fuck you do that) |
| When my songs come on, they do the dance |
| (Do the dance) |
| Bitches tattoo my name on they ass |
| Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black |
| (Coupe is black) |
| And I’m never too old, we movin' the cash |
| Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that |
| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass |
| Freaky bitch, yeah |
| Need a nice outro for this one |
| Ain’t gotta say much |
| Vigilante Season, ya know |
| Boss Don Biggavel' |
| Dame Grease |
| Four Horsemen baby, yeah |
| Got bottles of that Grand Cru |
| Ya know the industry, comin' for my head |
| All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy |
| Let’s let the music speak for itself, ya know |
| Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game |
| Poppin' them percs, shrooms |
| Fuck with' ya boy bitch |
| The Boss Don, oww |
| Gotta love it |
| Gain Greene, yeah |
| That’s it, huh |