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Max B Baby Baby

gon' like this I ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max is the nicest G4 on and all types of devices Yellow-green studs, all types a premises Baby

own the key to my heart and soul, oh It's just your spirit drives my crazy, crazy You're the only bitch in my life, you're my baby baby Baby, baby [Verse

[Verse 1:] I can make a transition in a flash I'm 'bout to be on positions that get you niggas mad I be in positions just sitting in da jag Seat back

'm sumthin like a pimp Juss tell me where da fuck is ma brand (fuck is ma brand) [Talking: Max B] Haha another public domain classic It's your boy max

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 [Repeat] [Verse 2:] You are nothing, with no Max B

Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby

some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby

the party Baby last could it be Mo Lotte? Got mo' back than she got body Fall back, get Cris and drin' it up Tomorrow hit the mall, and Cris you D it up Credit card to the Max

thur with the phat G series, ya'll niggaz step leerie. Knock it off, take my teams motto, alcohol out the bottle, Live' like we just hit lotto. B-tches