Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Umma Do Me, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 09.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Umma Do Me |
| You just do you and I just do me |
| I smoke sour, I don’t do E (Yeah) |
| You just move two, I just move three |
| I’m in a, I’m in a new league, I’m in a, I’m in a new V |
| Got that Beamer, the big fo'-do', got that cig' and a big 4−4 |
| First nigga move, he gon' get gone, first nigga snooze, he don’t sit long |
| Grand Cru, got a nigga sitting on ice (ice) |
| Biggavel, bitch, I’m so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price |
| I’m a crook, bitch, I’m so right |
| Gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it’s nuthin' bitch |
| Go against that Biggavel I’ll put you on that bucket list |
| Fix him up with suttim' quick, yeah I used to write them bars |
| Had this nigga lookin' good, had this nigga pipin' broads |
| Now this nigga tryna flip (fuck it) like I give a damn |
| Time to get clean, I’m a wash my hands |
| Kept that grease in the won-to pan, man |
| Nigga this that PD3, make your bitch come sleep with me |
| Won’t you let me get them drawers |
| Baby suck my dick and floss |
| Oww |
| Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders |
| Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em |
| Ride 'em, cops come, I’m gon' get them bricks and hide 'em |
| Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer |
| You are nothing, with no Max B |
| I won’t help you, so don’t ask me (Oww) |
| Where’s my paper, bitch you owe me |
| Chrissy think I’m cute, she wants to blow me |
| Just like the others, they all wanna taste this dick |
| Plus I gotta leave, gotta make that great |
| Too you better leave go play that straight |
| Got this nigga runnin' round like he fuckin' with the Boss Don |
| Nope, bring some smoke, I’m gon' crush him like a roach |
| See what happen when you give a nigga wave, he gon' run with' it |
| Helped you write your only hit, Ballin' was some corny shit |
| Nigga this that new improved 7−60, «Oww, oh why |
| Max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww |
| Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders |
| Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em |
| Ride 'em, cops come, I’m gon' get them bricks and hide 'em |
| Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer |