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mad max - eli fross lyrics

[intro: eli fross]
hahaha
fross
(it’s great john beats, baby)
movie b*tch
for the opposition, i make movie clips
goofy b*tch
n*gga done got shot up for that goofy sh*t
loot his sh*t
heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh*t
huh, look

[verse 1: eli fross]
movie b*tch
for the opposition, i make movie clips (yeah)
goofy b*tch
n*gga done got shot up for that goofy sh*t (grrrt, bow)
loot his sh*t
heard of some new dealers, so we took his sh*t
suckin’ d*ck
it’s the only way she know how to use her lips
bag life
if she actin’ up, she get that act right (huh)
fast cars
should be keepin’ up with my fast life (skrrt)
gang sh*t
bullets hit ’em up, that liu kang sh*t (yeah)
range b*tch
let that n*gga run, know my aim lit
[bridge: eli fross & lil zay osama]
uh, uh, know we k!llin’ sh*t
uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh*t
uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t
uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t (ayy, ayy)
uh, uh, know we k!llin’ sh*t (fo’nem, fo’nem droppin’ sh*t, n*gga)
uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh*t (ayy, ayy)
uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t (gang)
uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t (gang, gang, gang, ayy)

[verse 2: lil zay osama]
where i’m from these shorties catch a murder, ‘fore they get a bag
here we post the opps, lil fo’nem call me, i say, “k!ll his ass”
then he get caught with a opp, smokin’ cinnabin with his ass
catch a n*gga lost for drillin’ with it, or without a mask
spin a opp sh*t back to back
switches, fifties, catchin’ tracks
i got will, ain’t gettin’ him back
fo’nem took your opponent and you ain’t gettin’ it back
i can’t wife a ho, she doin’ gang and ’em
lil’ deuce up the score, b*tch that’s for gangnem
we don’t do no drivebys, hop out, switchy on me, change ’em
r.i.p. jmoney, n*gga i can’t f*ck the same nem
treat all of my opps like goofies, i just f*cked his main b*tch
and all of my opps some goofies
(f*ck you and your gang b*tch)
[verse 3: eli fross]
yeah, you tweakin’ bro
brodie he go dummy, he go stupid for no reason, ho
b*tches, yeah they love me like i’m cupid, they some freaky hoes
we don’t do no fightin’, we be shootin’, we deletin’
blow that trigger when i’m squeezin’
all these bullets stop that breathin’ though
we don’t keep the score
we just keep on scorin’ ’til there ain’t no more (b*tch)
white chalk on the floor
i thought i seen ’em move, so i just shot some more (b*tch)
ruger clips
talkin’ out your mouth, you know we boomin’ sh*t (yeah)
who is this?
he ain’t from my sides, yeah we poof his sh*t (yeah, yeah)
shootin’ sh*t
all my n*ggas up it like we hoopin’, b*tch (hah)
you ain’t tryna f*ck? move b*tch, like i’m ludacris
triflin’, and you know i f*cked that b*tch and now you wifin’ it
that’s the same p*ssy you be l!ckin’, and i’m pipin’ it
f*ckin’ hoes
we be f*ck buddies, never wifin’ it
and if i did, best believe she strapped like she dykin’ it

[outro: eli fross]
uh, uh, know we k!llin’ sh*t
uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh*t
uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t
uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t
uh, uh, know we k!llin’ sh*t
uh, uh, know we drillin’ sh*t
uh, uh, brodie split his sh*t
uh, uh, brodie peel his sh*t

- eli fross lyrics

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