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cop come runnin - max b lyrics

[intro]
uh, this got that knock don’t it
i’m back baby
you know i had to double back on ’em
your boy fresh out the can and all that
gang green!
they still think i ain’t got it
lyrical warfare, lets go
uh, yea

[verse 1]
my lawyers on a great retainer
you n*ggas holding on like thank you betas
put your money up, chyeah, place your wager
bout to do a skeet skeet your face in danger
taste the flavor
better pay my money up or face the taser
anybody thinking they greatest, we greater
ride the wave through speeds we the sp*ce invaders
with these flows i’m supposed to style
make way for the ’08 poster child
you ain’t better than the kid
n*ggas try play me
n*ggas said i wasn’t wavy i’m the million dollar baby
chilling in the car, riding with the shotty
got 100 on the dash, out on bail for a body, yea
leave you sittin, leave you sitting in the lobby
feds on my ass like i caught another body, oww
[chorus]
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
i’m seeing on top right in the eyes and i want it
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running

[verse 2]
begging for a mic, i done seen the life
living in an 8 by 12 double bunk with some f*cker i ain’t even like
b*tch tried to take me down she ain’t even write
state to state doggy so fly he don’t need a flight
n*gga my name ring bells and my chain bling well
bring your thang biggavel
slang the ‘cane n*gga well, see rapping just a hobby
put your body in a blanket leave you (?)
this the sh*t that you pop in while you drive to work
this the perfect motivation for your kind of work
time to squirt, back a n*gga down
if you get too close let me get two tokes of the sour d smoke
the mink outside the fox
brains on the curb, lets think outside the box
i’m at your spouse house, zips at the bar
pinky rink 50 stacks, outfit match the car
[chorus]
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
i’m seeing on top right in the eyes and i want it
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running

[verse 3]
next summer its double (?) on the floor
want my j*panese b*tches double decking on the boat
out the 50 copped the watch, spent the rest for some smoke
next rap check i get i’ll invest it in some dope
i could do this in my sleep, 21 to 3 n*gga
you just a motherf*cker i don’t wanna be n*gga
gotta pee n*gga, pull over
find me on 7th in the loub with the soldiers
with the hound on, vest with the pound on
strictly eating tuna fish put a couple pounds on
i would say i’m bomb
n*gga i’m the best from the (?)
let me dress you n*gga get your style on
neiman mar*, atrium, know we getting cake again
hating them b*tches on the d*ck one date with him
i see the d’s from the roof, get up out of there
tryna throw a fastball imma hit it out of here, yeah
[chorus]
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running
i’m seeing on top right in the eyes and i want it
whatever you must do
get out before the cops decide to come running

- max b lyrics

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