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Max B

Umma Do Me (Jim Jones Diss)

 

Umma Do Me (Jim Jones Diss)

(albüm: Million Dollar Baby 2 - 2008)


[Verse 1:]
You just do you and I just do me
I smoke sour, I don't do E (Yeah)
You just move two, I just move three
I'm in a, I'm in a new league, I'm in a, I'm in a new V
Got that Beamer, the big fo'-do', got that cig' and a big 4-4
First nigga move, he gon' get gone, first nigga snooze, he don't sit long
Grand Cru, got a nigga sitting on ice (ice)
Biggavel, bitch, I'm so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price
I'm a crook, bitch, I'm so right
Gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it's nuthing bitch
Go against that Biggavel I'll put you on that bucket list
Fix him up with suttim' quick, yeah I used to write them bars
Had this nigga looking good, had this nigga piping broads
Now this nigga tryna flip (fuck it) like I give a damn
Time to get clean, I'm a wash my hands
Kept that grease in the won-to pan, man
Nigga this that PD3, make your bitch come sleep with me
Won't you let me get them drawers
Baby suck my dick and floss
Oww

[Hook:]
Stop fucking with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
Ride 'em, cops come, I'm gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer
[Repeat]

[Verse 2:]
You are nothing, with no Max B
I won't help you, so don't ask me (Oww)
Where's my paper, bitch you owe me
Chrissy think I'm cute, she wants to blow me
Just like the others, they all wanna taste this dick
Plus I gotta leave, gotta make that great
Too you better leave go play that straight
Got this nigga running round like he fucking with the Boss Don
Nope, bring some smoke, I'm gon' crush him like a roach
See what happen when you give a nigga wave, he gon' run with' it
Helped you write your only hit, Balling was some corny shit
Nigga this that new improved 7-60, "Oww, oh why
Max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww

[Hook:]
Stop fucking with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
Ride 'em, cops come, I'm gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer
[Repeat]

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