Lyrics

I ain't gon lie Before anyone say it Imma say it first I am The fuck nigga of the year Yea Got my on hand on the fire That's that automatic pressure Wake up ready to leave a nigga body Laying on a stretcher Fuck a T-Shirt Make yo momma put you on a sweater Hard-headed nigga But I work good under pressure Hi my name is Max Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter Daddy long stroke Fuck your man I can do it better I'm the man in yo ear I'm the man of the year I ain't flexing I'm the man yo baby daddy fear Borrowed my side bitch whip To fuck my other side bitch She ain't stressing Told her I'd be back around six Dick drive em so crazy Make them hoes wanna pay me Coach hoes on game So a nigga can't play me You married the thot But she wanna have my baby I ain't pullin out Nigga, I'm too lazy Pray to Allah White God can't save me Have my baby So I can go Swayze Got my on hand on the fire That's that automatic pressure Wake up ready to leave a nigga body Laying on a stretcher Fuck a T-Shirt Make yo momma put you on a sweater Hard-headed nigga But I work good under pressure Hi my name is Max Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter Daddy long stroke Fuck your man I can do it better I'm the man in yo ear I'm the man of the year I ain't flexing I'm the man yo baby daddy fear Slow down baby I'm tryna focus Booty supercalifragilisticexpialidocious She suck mean dick That ain't halitosis Call her Jones Cause she give good osmosis We don't do no flocka We don't do no dirty Made her bend over Pop a perc thirty I don't need a bitch If I need to beat her Hoe Glock got a dick So I call her Skeeter We going international Big man worldwide Massive It's either shots in him Or it's shots and kin Yea Got my on hand on the fire That's that automatic pressure Wake up ready to leave a nigga body Laying on a stretcher Fuck a T-Shirt Make yo momma put you on a sweater Hard-headed nigga But I work good under pressure Hi my name is Max Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter Daddy long stroke Fuck your man I can do it better I'm the man in yo ear I'm the man of the year I ain't flexing I'm the man yo baby daddy fear Never been broke Chickens made the money backflip In the game now AI ain't talking practice Bad bitch taking pics Like she an actress He bangin red assisting Feds Ain't talking blacklist I was down had to re-up gotta stay low In the desert with Pablo cooking yayo We with Jose All he know is Pesos Ain't no beef Cause I eat like steak and 'tatoes Got my on hand on the fire That's that automatic pressure Wake up ready to leave a nigga body Laying on a stretcher Fuck a T-Shirt Make yo momma put you on a sweater Hard-headed nigga But I work good under pressure Hi my name is Max Aka Mr. Pussy-wetter Daddy long stroke Fuck your man I can do it better I'm the man in yo ear I'm the man of the year I ain't flexing I'm the man yo baby daddy fear Max a little nutty go retarded Bitch I'm Special Ed Think about it got it made So Imma get some head Ganging with gorillas Real zoe hoe I'm a great ape Sliding through home plate I'm the ump but I don't play safe Jwet looking dead So now it's back to rappin Pretty-ugly nigga Hoes love me for my fashion Got flooded dropped a Yacht-Master Call me Captain Real boss don't wait for shit to pop I make shit happen Oh yea There is powerful niggertry at work here
Writer(s): Jerry Ducas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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