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ymg - maxo kream lyrics

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[intro]
yeah n-gga young max god in this b-tch
straight outta h-town
the trill capital n-gga
tired of these hoe -ss n-ggas falsifying
trying to use our sh-t n-gga
we been coming down, we been doing this sh-t n-gga
young max god n-gga the best in this sh-t
the best out the h
if you don’t like it suck a motherf-cking d-ck n-gga
bow, bow, bow, bow
kream clique gang bang b-tch

[hook]
young max god 30 b-tches in the rover
4 beyonce’s, fiances, no hova
young max god came through with the chopper
shoot him in the face if a n-gga got a problem
oh my god max god consider him your idol
f-ck a s-k n-gga scope em with the rifle
young max god got shooters on payroll
young max god slugs b-tches by the case though

[verse 1]
young max god keep the thing up on his hip
let him trip, let him slip, bang-bang on crip
pistol grip on my lap in the trap
find a kat stacks
chop her head off
send it to you mamas doormat
petty street n-ggas yeah my clique we beyond that
h-ll in a cell
sell ya-yo servered with pearl or pills
touchdown bullet k!lls f-ck n-gga
we be on that
pop ya like a pill
shoot a n-gga like f-ck that
max god almighty with the sh-ts no potty
h-lla cet’s got me bent like yoga pilates
jim carrey got a mask no bruce almighty
oh my god max god don’t shoot n0body
mossberg pump that’s a 12 gauge shotty
shoot bevo lotti in his head and his body
chop his -ss up
remove his head from his body
pack 2’s too cool call him scotty too hotty

[hook]
young max god 30 b-tches in the rover
4 beyonce’s, fiances no hova
young max god came through with the chopper
shoot him in the face if a n-gga got a problem
oh my god max god consider him your idol
f-ck a s-k n-gga scope em with the rifle
young max god got shooters on payroll
young max god slugs b-tches by the case though

[verse 2]
young max bit crack a jack
jacks matter fact strap
[?]
spray you like axe
chop trees, chop corners
codeine, marijuana
call me young max god selling b-tches on the corner
got ’em for the 99 like a peach arizona
know a b-tch named peach p-ssy taste like arizona
head game in the corner
i go hard no b-n-r
loud dope like homer simp
never been a simp
oj simp
k!ll a b-tch quick
crippin’ -ss pimp
get a glimpse
new world order that’s what this is
got a kid shooting at the pigs
splitting n-ggas wigs
hitting l!cks
flame right to the brain like a f-cking bic
young max god in the s.w.a.t. with the sh-ts
young max god on the block toting clips
young max god no [?] no sh-t
jehovah young max god the one and only b-tch

[hook]
young max god 30 b-tches in the rover
4 beyonce’s, fiances no hova
young max god came through with the chopper
shoot him in the face if a n-gga got a problem
oh my god max god consider him your idol
f-ck a s-k n-gga scope em with the rifle
young max god got shooters on payroll
young max god slugs b-tches by the case though

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