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paperwork - max b lyrics

[intro: max b and alpac]
just took the stand on your man down (got you with that paperwork)
got you n*ggas baby
yeah, n*ggas is telling
we got these boys domain
grease
boutta bring this sh*t back to the game
gain green style
it’s yo boy boss don biggavel
domain pain b*tch
it’s the art of lip*syncing
let’s go
uhh
chyeah

[verse 1: max b]
i pop shots at your skelly boom
f*cking, burning cops try to tell me to the tele boom
life’s been very gloom since the incident
sh*t don’t really matter though
a fifth’ll make your bladder bust
riding back in the acura
the b*tches call me dracula
flipped ’em like a spatula
vaycay them bl!ckers too
lip syncs you n*ggas do
bliss came they [?]
doubled up
hit your pretty skin with the razor
watch it bubble up
i’m goin’ bundle up cuz’ it’s getting cold
and all i did was the make the wrist
back and forth
they got me going back to court
back and forth
tryna’ fight this prosecutor
snitch that’s in an aqua suit
b*tches they don’t get nun’
treat ’em like a prostitute
make that b*tch suck and f*ck the whole team
all for a small fee
you floatin’ ‘cross the gulf stream, g5
taking off the t**teree
got me a skeeter with me
got me a heater with me
n*gga, i’m tryna get (paid)
[chorus: max b]
yeah, that’s what we tryna do baby
i know, i know, i know, i know
yeah, nothing else, yeah, everything else is irrelevant
know what i mean?
gain greene boys
chasin’ these n*ggas round harlem
they ain’t tell you that
we frontin’ these hips
just can’t come around here man
let’s get into this sh*t

[verse 2: max b]
cheetah, f*cking little dudes
duece with the beam on it
i see this n*gga tryna gleam on ’em, lean on ’em
scream on ’em
put the team on him quick
splash ’em almost every night
pressure bust so many pipes
and anything involvin’ your name
think the change is so hard
he can’t even walk through harlem again
got them choppers for a n*gga that got ’em runnin’ round scared tremblin’, timberman, get you for your emblem
? come in cinnamon
wrap them sh*ts in cinnamon
i been feening for you how
i don’t need it from you now
n*gga got his own team, own cream
had to change them bakers up
bullets from the [?] they goin snake you up
me and your friends be linkin’ up
f*cks with maserati
don’t move its a robbery
[?] up in your body
guns went up in your lobby
shoot sh*t up
load that clip and clear it out
biggavel just hear me out
i’m tryna get paid
[outro]
yeah, gotta love it
boss don
domain season
aye player
this n*gga, had his b*tch all in the videos
with more footage than the kid like she had the album coming out
n*ggas don’t know man
b*tch stole daddy money
n*ggas kick that b*tch t**th out
b*tch runnin’ round with fake t**th and fake titties man
that sh*t ain’t right
that ain’t wavy
aww man
it’s domain pain baby
b*tch
gain greene
it’s your boy boss don biggavel
the art of lip syncing
shout to milli vanilli
yo boy jim jones, noe
oh yeah
gotta love it
aye grease, we got ’em baby
this domain pain
holler back, oww

- max b lyrics

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