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I Wasn't There (Takin Pictures Part 2) Lyrics - Artist : Max B
[Max B:]
We got this thing Call her Goon Music 1.5: Doomship Fire it up French Montana What's good bitch? Ferg Talk I got these niggas Beggin' me to stop Beggin' me to not They better me up to box But I bounce back, kept it grungey Wavy for the bitches in my lap Got you niggas under wrap, like scrungey [?] Little dude, big dick, never was hunky, nigga Boy from the jungle, but never was a monkey (aah) Stay in my lane Spray at your brain They wanted me out the game But I hit 'em hard with the Trilogy The Domain Collector's Edition Stopped 'em from reaching this epitome I'm a keep comin' with the good shit Keep you nigga caught up in the lifestyle I could put your lights out I can get ya, nice house Baby don't rush to take it, take a chill I'm wavy with the whip appeal Quick to kill Any bitch nigga that say things Sit your $5 ass down before I make change Was it me? Was it them? Was it them? Tell me what happened I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there Was it you? Was it me? Was it him? Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair [French Montana:] (French!) Wrist a hundred thou Whip a hundred thou My niggas hunt you down Your bitch wipe me down This I do it easy Take two of these Body the track, then I'm gonna loop the beat I'm on fire I'll shoot you on sight Move work all day, count money all night I go cop low tops, hundred pairs If walls had ears, I'd do a hundred years They throw darts I throw back bullets Close range shots, Kodak footage I'm an astronaut, fuck a star Homie, you don't really want what you askin' for I play for keeps Aston Mar with tornado [?] seats Goon Musik with Dame Grease Now Max and [?], Max and choppers You need wires, tubes, mats and doctors [Max B:] Was it me? Was it them? Was it them? Tell me what happened I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there Was it you? Was it me? Was it him? Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair [Hollywood Fergie:] 700 for the kush, that's what Frenchy charge I sip the Grand Cru, with dreams of fuckin' Remy Ma I'm in the process of pickin' up where Pun left off Let's have a contest See how quick your gun let off Come to my strip You can see how quick I get that pist-ol My form like [?] Get your face ripped off Gain Greene, you now rockin' with the renegades East Coast warlords, and y'all niggas been afraid Fire up the doomship Grease, I'm ready to do this Grease sittin' on damn near a hundred bricks of the smoothest City of Cocaine, Public Domain Used to be a no name, till I flipped the whole thing Now we outta state, Miami every winter I can't remember the last time I seen a snow flake Bought a blue 650 with no deal Y'all stick to the basics I'm the glitch in the Matrix [Max B:] Was it me? Was it them? Was it them? Tell me what happened I can't call it, officer, I wasn't there Was it you? Was it me? Was it him? Scattered a bunch of snow way up in the air It's the Coke Wave, life isn't fair |
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