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mad max - lil duece and rob vicious lyrics

[intro: lil deuce & rob vicious]
(ay, rob)
(what?)
ayy
(i think the feds is listenin’)
ayy, i think the feds listenin’
i told bro to slow it down—

[verse 1: rob vicious]
ayy, you ain’t heard about robby, n*gga
shot his own sh—
p*ssy n*gga talkin crazy, he was tore up from the floor up
i got henny in my system, b*tch, i been quit drinkin’ pour up
one of the most vicious n*ggas that you know of
ayy, shout out my lil n*gga, he done pulled up, shot the store up
and bro just hit a opp, bro that’s what’s up, we ’bout to go up
i put that sh*t on jesus, put that sh*t on jesus christ
got all these dirty guns around me, n*gga barely sleep at night
we catch a play to rob a n*gga around this b*tch to eat at night
that p*ssy n*gga talkin’ left, that choppa stick gon’ lead ’em right
them n*ggas from the other side is only mad when they can’t hear the pipe
tell that thirsty, dusty, pillow*talkin’ b*tch go get a lifе (ayy)
shh, ayy, i think the feds listenin’
i told bro to slow it down, i think thе meds kickin’
lil rob, calm down, you too d*mn vicious
ayy, you can’t take the heat, then lil’ b*tch, get out the d*mn kitchen
[pre*chorus: rob vicious]
got a lot of shooters ’round the way that i just can’t mention
everywhere i’m rockin’, it’s a k, you know i ain’t slippin
why you rockin’ with your brother pistol?
it ain’t nothin’ in it
these n*gga swear to god they want some issues, they can’t f*ck with me

[chorus: rob vicious]
okay a party ain’t a party ’til them choppas in
i got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin’ with
ayy, i got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
f*ck around i’ll shoot it up just like i’m mad max
i put that beam up on his head, it’s like a snapback
f*ck around, i’ll turn this n*gga to a hashtag
i got my choppa in the party, better back back
f*ck around i’ll shoot it up just like i’m mad max

[verse 2: lil deuce]
woo, i feel like ric flair
just popped a molly, on my mama, it can go there
hundred shooters came in this party, it ain’t no fear?
feelin’ like the big bad wolf, i’ll blow here
me and mad max the same n*gga, we be both trippin’
hit the scene with two glocks and i leave with ’em both empty
i never miss a shot, get up close when i’m on n*ggas
told my shooter leave it home, but it’s still on the road with us
and it’s still up in the trunk, just in case they get close
shoot him in his face how that casket get closed
double right back, hit the candles, i’m cold
it’s a war goin’ on outside, you at home
[pre*chorus: lil deuce]
who you think a real n*gga? me and rob vicious
i just popped another molly, now my trigger finger itchin’
hundred shooters int his party, please don’t get to trippin’
don’t say nothin’ on that phone, ’cause i know the feds listenin’

[chorus: rob vicious]
okay a party ain’t a party ’til them choppas in
i got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin’ with
ayy, i got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy
f*ck around i’ll shoot it up just like i’m mad max
i put that beam up on his head, it’s like a snapback
f*ck around, i’ll turn this n*gga to a hashtag
ayy, i got my choppa in the party, better back back
f*ck around i’ll shoot it up just like i’m mad max

- lil duece and rob vicious lyrics

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