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Tercüme: Max Him. Diyelim Chill.
Tercüme: Max Him. Lady Fantasy.
world, you can take him off your atlas Girl you on fire, can I be the one you match with? I'll give you the credit card and baby you can max this out
set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your balcony No if, ands, or buts, don't try to ask him
When I'm up in Oakland Niggers rolling in huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real
man's bitch wired for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million Bounced him out in a hour, power Went and met him quick, hit him
niggaz they loved to get gully Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaz from Philly would of called him
can take him off ya atlas girl ya on fire can i be the one you match wit ill get you a credit card and baby you can max this out show me where ya tats
in my chain reminds me of a cartoon I merked yo 6oy in march they didnt find that 6oy the june I wish they found him auGust so that's like to much too
my white girl Oil base bricks, shit hard to cook Call the plug back, tell him he got took Know what that mean? The shit free That mean none for him,
Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street Look what? Pretty boy get him, right
him I was going nowhere in a hurry 'Til him He filled up my empty life, filled it to the brim There could never ever be another one like him Leo, I,
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
sea and the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie, mad max S.K.'s, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy
in the hood live a life with no outlets Rap or ball playin to survive Devils in disguise in the fact that a nigga's broke Makes him more prone to drop
Ruger endorsements, my song boost And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns Convo' til' the police come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max
