Lyrics Guns And Roses - Maxsta, inch

Guns And Roses

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Bow!
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We don’t behave like sons and daughters
Now I got green, that orchard
Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
Out of me or you who forced it
And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
MC’s rapping up garbage
I don’t wanna hear that talkin
I been tryna push things forward
Gal’ll run a man down till I’m all in (Hello)
You’re on the road with no cash
I been doing all of this saucin
When my brother died I said fuck the law
I got weed, coke, and more in
Yatties badder than before
Man pick and choose in the club
Niggas hatin in the ends (it's whatever)
Snakes soon catch a slug
I don’t wanna dap you up (nuh)
Wanna see these numbers adding up (oh yeah)
Wanna see lil baby back it up (oh yeah)
Hitters in the cut I’m savaged up
Posted on corners
We don’t behave like sons and daughters
Now I got green, that orchard
Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
Out of me or you who forced it
And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
Where was you
When we was corner
I am the warlord father
Em try this but they can’t come 'arder
Gally want me, gally want wawa
I like my gyaldem thick not Morgan
My ex done me dirty
But I believe in karma
Well out to order
Old school like come round the corner
From young had a vision as a baller
Me or him gyal what would you rather
I ain’t built like them
I ain’t gettin killed like them
Some funny man friend
Always force friends on weekends
Posted on corners
We don’t behave like sons and daughters
Now I got green, that orchard
Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
Out of me or you who forced it
And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
Under pressure I see man fold
I know everything that glitters ain’t gold
After I weigh up the cons and pros
You ain’t got on my heart so cold
but we sheddin them tears
Same night I stepped out moncler
Mum thought I never cared
I was feeling like Mitch need love in the ends
Got yatties on Max
What is it the car or the clothes that I wear
Cause back in the day she was giving man air
But I got a high off my bredrens
She just want the money or credit
I just wanna fly to beach and venice
Man are just chasing anything
Using each other and you still don’t get it
Posted on corners
We don’t behave like sons and daughters
Now I got green, that orchard
Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
Out of me or you who forced it
And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses