Max B - Mo Flow lyrics

rate me

Look, more flow than a little bit

Niggas is more dough than a little bit shit

More flow than a little bit,

Niggas is get more dough than a little bit

I’ve been in and out of state nigga is even round and here

Nigga you ain’t even gotta play

Get a... up, if life is a bitch I get a...

’cause I’m fucking that quick only difference is I ain’t even ducking that bitch

You can’t fuck with me, hey nigga you know what’s up with me

Bitch couldnt’ even get a part from me

And these hoes... fucking free

So pimp pimp a ride, I’m trying to figure how to liquor the dight

Like real nigga shit I lick the day

Whether bar is deff on the brick to yey

Still talking this trap shit,

Niggas just talking that rap shit

Well my black clips, we brother malcom that black shit

Black fist, pop pop, cold flow nigga bar bar

Chris cross in that clip dog

Bitch like I make you nigga chop chop

Ah, on my one two, nigga all the hoes that I run through

REAL deserve to see ’cause I’ve been through hell

Like men what the hell, at least I deserve to see L

Talking five hundred, your pussy ain’t good to the five run it

Track me never thought like pimp see no,

P no, prize you, my sweet dough, all my see no,

All my sweet dough when I toast the glass with the three hoes,

Three hoes, yeah nigga you know I’ma need those,

Word up to my... I got dick want it bitches like DO

Lifestyles and I’m almost famous,

So close I can damn that taste it,

And revenge is sweet all my clothes expensive get talk as she

I need a palms on the B, listen all the parts like shit,

I go wrong on the beat and scratch it the dub pull bars on the B

Like an animal what a can of dough,

CP3 with a hand of bro, I dare one for the three so three

In this SOX nigga wait too deep, he’s no me nigga, he’s too sweet

Never see me nigga I’m G, we just act nigga we no speak

Unless you talk money nigga me no speak, like silent my style no style is

So violent, I’m fly shit with no pilot, this pure here I come try it

I goes up, leave it all on the base little dog back back

Lil dog need space the crew is here is a new year

The flow let em know the shit they say

Mo flow, more dough, new year, more hoes, more hoes, more hoes, more hoes

Take a break skin let a man to do it

And if the start of my flame let’s my to flew it

Spin hard to dru I need a bitch that I had to stew it

At least I’m in whole like a rubics

... to prove it, let us think in the head I’m not to prove it

Ain’t trying be a G ’cause easy do it

Coby in the fought shit shoot it,

Simple metaphor I rap for my dogs for... rap bitch your casket on the clothes

Like wards get the shit dissolved,

But I don’t mean no gangsta shit, now keep it red if you’re trying to go,

They ain’t told you I’m a soldier boy, I’m Superman that hoe,

Got city keeping first so I do that,

The rest will prosper now the game gotta a root back the thing be a breeze

You’re saying no, no who that

Hungry in raps what a food that

At the top before you can think

This game girl I rule, I got them more than ink

Frame for the brain, for the fame, for the change, for the pain, for the frame colder

Frame for the brain, for the flame... like that’s some yoga

And a juzz of money, money comes to the money so react I can’t stop hold up

Trip for the flow, when I spit it so nasty ugly ogar

Mo flow, more dough, new year, more hoes, more hoes, more hoes, more hoes