| Man, beef’s cracking, got this bitch chatting shit as well
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| Let me tell you something man
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| What am I gonna do, man?
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| Nah, I can’t give no fucks
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| Sorry, I don’t want no love
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| Talk tough get a punch in the gut
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| Little broke boy, you ain’t seen a hundred bucks
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| I roll round with a hundred thugs
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| No science, but I got the bunsen tucked
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| With Stelf, get the onions flung
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| 'Cause all I ever hear about is guns and drugs
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| All I ever hear about is sex and violence
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| That’s niggas getting dropped and chicks giving birth
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| That’s another cold son in the system who’ll be picking up on consignment
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| Apple don’t fall too far from the tree in the east
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| We don’t branch out or divert
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| Your girl calls my line on private
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| Saw my showerman jacket, now she wanna get stoned on my island
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| But I don’t want a gold digger, I’d rather walk to her, go figure
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| I’m a cold nigga, streets turned my heart to an ice block when I saw Adam on a
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| pavement dead
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| Now I got pavement stress
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| Trap boys just wanna separate chain from chest
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| Really I was tryna blaze some sets
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| Counterproductive, I graft with my days instead
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| Max, check, patience yes
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| I got connections, 8s and Zs
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| Boxes, halves, I got ape and chef
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| Got white from a Caucasian gent
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| Now my pockets look fatter than a slob on the couch
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| You was on chat and got a box in the mouth
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| I go missing like coins getting lost in the before the cops gone and really got
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| to my house
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| Kids got dropped in the mouth
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| Rover, hid white shots in my mouth
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| And got a Russian chick called Ogard, let me do the iPhone drops to her house
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| '078, tell the gyaldem crew, don’t bill it late
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| First come first serve, don’t let me wait
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| I’m gonna be pissed if I don’t penetrate
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| Got class, got manners but before I finish the speech she done back it up
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| Streets want savage up
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| But I’m sweet to the chicks, getting blocked like I’m reading a script
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| She ain’t coming back if I poke her
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| Fold down if you like, this ain’t poker
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| Sometimes I’m getting freaky with the poker
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| I’m anti-knife crime, but I can’t be another fallen soldier
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| And I wouldn’t talk to the press for exposure
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| Like I wouldn’t talk to my ex ting for closure
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| I’m colder, older
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| When you hear Max, you’re listening to a veteran, I already told ya
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| They told me «Max, you should’ve already blown»
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| All I wanted was a Rollie and white Range Rover
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| Nah I’m joking, I know I should’ve blown
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| But I’m steady on course, and the race ain’t over
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| 2015 you were sending, dead
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| Went for the king and got ended, dead
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| Don’t mix, man are not blending
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| You don’t wanna get a white chalk ending, dead
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| Nug shot pending, 'nough man in their collectives dead
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| H-k k-k-k his friend
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| I don’t wanna spit with you and your bredrins them
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| Them man know I got the shank when I’m here
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| Flex 2 yats, double tap when I’m here
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| Be on your job, don’t lack when I’m here
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| Drop 4 wraps on a cat when I’m here
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| I don’t really show no love when I’m here
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| Get a lot of love from the sluts in the club when I’m here
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| I’m right by the drugs and guns when I’m here
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| A man can get slumped when I’m here
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| Who’s that M to the X
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| Another badman inside the party
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| Can’t send no threats
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| Yeah I got the thingy on deck
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| yats, straight hands on neck
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| All of my drillers got bands on them
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| Gucci, Louis, I’m cutting up white
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| Look at your beanie, preeing my life
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| Them man know that I’m billing a big vibe
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| I’m getting dirty like I’m covered in bin liner
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| Who’s on a riddim? |
| The lyrical slip-slide
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| All hot gyaldem for flash your tits rider
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| from the east and filling it deeper
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| Lock your ex and get the feature
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| Weren’t really listening to Nas on Ether
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| UKG and Wiley out the speaker
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| I used to dream 'bout being an MC
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| Nowadays, I dream 'bout me in a Bentley
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| Old friends, no love lost, I just dead niggas I thought were my friends,
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| full up of jealous and envy
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| And the street’s too much
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| And I can’t get nicked 'cause my head’s too tucked
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| I don’t wanna roll strapped but I said too much
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| I’m prepared for something to catch on, that’s real life
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| Yeah?
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| That’s the meds though
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| Maxsta
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| You already know what’s going on man
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| Yeah it’s a beautiful day
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| Hold tight Aks, hold tight Stelf
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| The Great England
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| Yeah, ya dun know
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| You know what’s going on, you know where we come from
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| You know what we’ve had to do
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| (Come on 30th of October 2018)
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| Even just to be smiling today, you get me?
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| Hold tight all my east siders
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| Hold tight all my Londoners though (twelve o’clock)
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| North, west, everywhere, you get me
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| Trust me
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| Maxsta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Yats Freestyle , by - Maxsta. Song from the album MAXTAPE 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп