Max B - Blow Me A Dub 2K9 Lyrics
Let's get 'emYeahDezzie by my arm reach, Palm BeachPoland Spring, Gain Green is the armyCalmly walking to the courtroom, head highThinkin' to myself, Louis cover my red eyesDear lord help me, Jesus could be my saviorMajor, *****es say my ***** got flavorI got so much (much) paper, I decide to ***** it upDrive a big wheel and my truck is cutCop a 5th of Creezly, sour, got the deezlyShouts my guy from '89, shouts to my baby-momsShouts to my lawyers, employers, Uncle Mook from OFOKept a nigga rowin', help him flow the boatHelp me roll the smoke, hit the DJ, tell him play some Max BCould do a couple million if ya ask meActually, I'm intact with my facultyMax in back of me in the car seat, jog streetUsed to be whipped up, I remember them days like yesterdayWith one bar, I can take ya breath awayTwo bars'll captivate, and hear the third bar, shit get crazyAnd by the fourth bar, you'll be wavyMomma made me, I'm a baby, third youngest out the four of usI remember the tour bus, all of us, GeorgiaShorties'll hop in Florida, searchin' for a waveNow dammit look and we all stuckMore sluts continue to support me, never been to Fort LeeI was out playing horsieNow I roll couragely, bossly, I ain't tryna sit in that cellI rather be havin' orgiesOwwww
