Blow Me a Dub 2009 - Max B

Let’s get 'em

Yeah

Dezzie by my arm reach, Palm Beach

Poland Spring, Gain Green is the army

Calmly walking to the courtroom, head high

Thinkin' to myself, Louis cover my red eyes

Dear lord help me, Jesus could be my savior

Major, bitches say my cock got flavor

I got so much (much) paper, I decide to fuck it up

Drive a big wheel and my truck is cut

Cop a 5th of Creezly, sour, got the deezly

Shouts my guy from '89, shouts to my baby-moms

Shouts to my lawyers, employers, Uncle Mook from OFO

Kept a nigga rowin', help him flow the boat

Help me roll the smoke, hit the DJ, tell him play some Max B

Could do a couple million if ya ask me

Actually, I’m intact with my faculty

Max in back of me in the car seat, jog street

Used to be whipped up, I remember them days like yesterday

With one bar, I can take ya breath away

Two bars’ll captivate, and hear the third bar, shit get crazy

And by the fourth bar, you’ll be wavy

Momma made me, I’m a baby, third youngest out the four of us

I remember the tour bus, all of us, Georgia

Shorties’ll hop in Florida, searchin' for a wave

Now dammit look and we all stuck

More sluts continue to support me, never been to Fort Lee

I was out playing horsie

Now I roll couragely, bossly, I ain’t tryna sit in that cell

I rather be havin' orgies

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