Max Julien Songtext
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I'mma put that Joan girl of yours out on whores roll
Listen, Priest that's my life you talkin bout man
And so what?
Eh eh eh eh
We got Rose and we got a gallon of chick file laminating this bitch
Eh eh
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
Listen, Priest that's my life you talkin bout man
And so what?
Eh eh eh eh
We got Rose and we got a gallon of chick file laminating this bitch
Eh eh
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
I'm not a star, but I'm sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wide, word to live right in American muscle
But I'm banging foreign features
That's my own masseur Michael Rocks
I'ma let my speakers knock, double back make the block so I complete the scenery
See if it's worth getting out, doing the lame mingling
Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's ringling
Brothers, where's my brothers
Bitch bring em in, round table meeting shit
Distinguished gentlemen
We so fire, you should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping Never was a henchman, just an underboss attendant kingpin
I don't need my bones, nah I'm Playstation marathon, in the row
Running my bizness from my cellphone homes
I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
Where you get that bag from? I could spot a fake shit
They made genuine Loubrettons, your lil brother painted them
Don't know who you fooling dog? Who you think you playing with?
Looking at my club pouch, you better stay away from here
You gonn stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my rodeo babies
Fresh off sex fit, brought mama with me to shot town Michigan street
We hit the polo mansion
Before I brought my git, she swiped that car and I had them box and bag it,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
Life
Never see them hoes with me maneuvering
Broke bitches, I ain't need to cool with them
Nothing to do with them
These baby do what I want baby
I'm the dude they working for
Alright, coming out, here we go
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
I'm not a star, but I'm sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wide, word to live right in American muscle
But I'm banging foreign features
That's my own masseur Michael Rocks
I'ma let my speakers knock, double back make the block so I complete the scenery
See if it's worth getting out, doing the lame mingling
Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's ringling
Brothers, where's my brothers
Bitch bring em in, round table meeting shit
Distinguished gentlemen
We so fire, you should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping Never was a henchman, just an underboss attendant kingpin
I don't need my bones, nah I'm Playstation marathon, in the row
Running my bizness from my cellphone homes
I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
Where you get that bag from? I could spot a fake shit
They made genuine Loubrettons, your lil brother painted them
Don't know who you fooling dog? Who you think you playing with?
Looking at my club pouch, you better stay away from here
You gonn stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my rodeo babies
Fresh off sex fit, brought mama with me to shot town Michigan street
We hit the polo mansion
Before I brought my git, she swiped that car and I had them box and bag it,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them
Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah
Life
Never see them hoes with me maneuvering
Broke bitches, I ain't need to cool with them
Nothing to do with them
These baby do what I want baby
I'm the dude they working for
Alright, coming out, here we go
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