Max B - Dirty South ft French Montana lyrics

rate me

Uhh,yeah

let me get on my shit

feeling kinda good right now

just wanna praise the lord

thank you for another good wave

keepin me wavy

shout out to my boy Jerry solutchi

OFO mix tape man, big mook i see u baby

lemme get on my shit

Verse 1

Max B

Yeah, i gets it in it aint hard to tell

take a swigg of crew and then i spark a L

got that 750 with that newish shape

i cop black and you cop grape

i drop plauqe you flop 8

why they tryna do me for

why they tryna move me for

aint no nigga like me

i be pimpin like im bonified

think them feds is on the eye

think them legs was born to fly

bigga u so insane

nigga your calvery depleted b

get em for his thievery

get that bitch he run with to

damn that shit dont stop

gotta nickle plated weapon

and ill be damned if that shit dont pop

catch you sleepin while your eyes is shut

keep that shit anonomous

leave you drippin leaky leak

told you im gon eat this weak

Oww

(Talking)

yeah man yeah

fuck with your boy

the most prolific

the most talked about

the most controversal you know

give you my life man

one shot deal no takes

we just give ya niggas what ya love so much

fuck with your boy

(CHorus)

Nah Nah Wuu oww oww

gimmi what i need

nigga why you hate so much

bigga why you play so hard

niggas wanna see me lose

maybe thats why i play so tough

play so much

jesus come and save me from this agony

these demons tryna take my soul

but i aint tryna never let go

Verse 2

French Montana

Uhh,yeah

if you heard i got jerked then your bitch probably swallowed it

i came in her face and she modeled it

Los got them peices on deck

max home zack gone

fuck niggas get your rap on

we over here

we in the streets fuck the rap

when them shells hit his back

cuz he in no vest

cant stop a mac

we supply the cash

new farrari flyin past

cant see us with a magnifying glass

move that

work in work out

did it and it worked out

shit hurt me when larry davis got merked out

streets cant get enough

everytime we hit em up

wrist all glitered up

sizziling

bring em in

i can smell the money got my spider senses tingaling

your career trembeling

O.F.O and that coke wave

i piss on hoes and tell em its rosay

its gonna be okay

(Chorus)

Nah Nah Wuu oww oww

gimmi what i need

nigga why you hate so much

bigga why you play so hard

niggas wanna see me lose

maybe thats why i play so tough

play so much

jesus come and save me from this agony

these demons tryna take my soul

but i aint tryna never let go

i aint tryna let go fuck that Boss Don Biggavell OFO baby for life Our family organization 141st street lennox ave 7 fab you know how we do baby harlem shit max biggavell run threw them blocks like its nothing that big boy ,big boy toy you know we fuck with the bitches and shit bottle of that grand crew all day every day baby u know we still wavy shout out jorge towers hit about 5 million licks on thats thing no time star in the making baby OFO max biggavell gain green baby

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Thanks to Bronnie this for Nar-C (Free Max B nd Nar-C)

Thanks to Chief for correcting these lyrics