Lyrics Max B – Oh, Oh, Oh
Text:
Shit sound different
I’m a make it work, put in that lean
Biggavel, uh
Another black classic, Gain Greene
Fuck with’ ya boy, Zhia what’s good baby, Bruno
Soft Boy, let’s go
It’s like, oh, oh, oh
I got it from papi chulo, it’s 30 a gram for the blow
Keep the canon for the snow
And I know you can’t stand a nigga, you owe
Can it nigga, you cold, goddammit nigga, you bold
Fuckin’ with Biggavel and I
Send some bullets up in a nigga Pell
Leave him stinkin’ in front of his Bentley
Then peel in the Lincoln in front of his men V
Tryna see what I say (uh-uh) caught you bitches, couldn’t reach
Catch him slippin’ while he alone and catch him for his piece
I’m a catch him for his sneaks, like back in ’89
I never lie, I fucked with no rubber, that baby mine
She said, «Maxi I can never let you go
Keep my true feelings concealed, I never let you know
I can never let you blow
I can’t let you get money, I ain’t tryna let you flow
I can’t let you get from me» (uh)
Can’t you tell by the look in my eye
I mean business when I say that it’s over
(Business when I say that it’s over)
We in the kitchen still cookin’ them pies
I feed bitches with a plate of that coh-oh, oh
It’s a shame that my same niggaz hate me
(Same niggaz hate me)
You niggaz is lame, it’s a shame, we the game
We them niggaz that’s coh-oh, oh
