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Mad Max Lyrics - Artist : Ay Em
(KookUp, what's up?)
(Ayo, Ran, turn that up) Mm-mm, mm-hm-hm Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks While my babe's in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm I'm on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin' Gotta thank God I'm breathin', I'm wavy, that's how I'm feelin' Wavy, that's how I'm feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling I'm wavy, that's how I'm feelin' I just got it sittin' in the Rolls-Royce truck with the windows tinted, slidin' I'm slidin' out, 'bout to hide this grab, I can't get indicted Do I gotta remind 'em? Still I did the best of both like hybrids Hm, yeah, I want the finer things, but I don't want this life My cup filled up with ice, beats got the windows shook Gotta get this gringo gone, had to keep the windows shut Hoping nothing goes wrong Out gettin' this slab, get it gone the same day Broski eat, I eat, same way, now I see views like the cinema chain Bitch on my line tryna fuck up my day I see she's just tryna ruin my wave (Oh-oh) Caught up in feelings, but that wasn't the aim What she don't get, I don't make money legitimate ways Look, I've got to go, I'm doing that road like Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks While my babe's in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm I'm on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin' Gotta thank God I'm breathin', I'm wavy, that's how I'm feelin' Wavy, that's how I'm feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling I'm wavy, that's how I'm feelin' |
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