Max B - Picture Me Rollin' lyrics

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(I walk the streets alone) It's a priviledge

(I walk the streets alone)

Suttin' you can't do baby

That's another topic, let's give it to 'em

Verse 1:

Them niggaz need to hit me with my grip

I want it now and I'ma ride on these bitches till I get it

I'm comin' down to the studio, We Kno where ya be, you can hide, but you can't run

Get that bitch from me, here her man come

Jealous like a little green monster

These bitches just flashin' money, Maxi I really want ya

I just wanna start a lil' familay

Bitch, what ya talkin' 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and ya mother can't stand me

Candy, brought her on her birthday

Fuck is the PD3, niggaz is gettin' thirstay

Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out

She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out

All my niggaz hoodied out, hooded up

Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough

Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitchin' man

Got me duckin' the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn

Chorus:

Just let me live my life wit' you

(Just let me live my life wit' you)

I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh

Lil' nigga you just mad I won't write wit' you

Owwww

You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go

Owwww

Picture me rollin'

Verse 2:

I be speakin' to my brother

He told me keep the pressure on these niggaz, never trust 'em

They test you, muthafuck 'em

Nigga Geda gettin' big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel'...

Watch them niggaz you with", then he lit up a L

Gotta give 'em that, Bigga mannin' up, nigga bounced back

Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back

See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome

Momma, she in love wit' her grandson

Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin

Lookin' like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby

Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was

Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz

Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets

Nigga don't sleep, runnin' from the police

O.G. told me, step on niggaz, had to get to the top

Nigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop

Chorus

Picture me rollin' baby

Boss Don Biggavel', oh man

Shout ot my boy, Yung Los, on the beat

Musical genius, yeah

It's Gain Greene baby

Domain Pain, art of lip singin'

So wavy, gotta love it, Oww