Blow Me A Dub (Remix)

Say hello, man

New York, New York, what's good?

Stand up, it's your boy Max Biggavelli

Fresh out the can

Two million dollar bail, stand up

I know y'all forgot about me, but I'm back like I left my car keys

Ow

Lacy K

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Blow Me a Dub Remix

Max Biggavell, let's get it in, let's go

I got a fifty of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul

(Sour linger in my clothes)

I was riding in the bucket

He was ridin' in the droptop Rove

I still love to whip it now and then

Got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove

It's poppin' on the stove (What's poppin' babe, what ya doin' babe?)

And I'm blowin' a dub, dub, dub

Uh, yeah

Contemplatin' 'bout my trip to the Bahamas

As I spin through my condo in my Calvin Klein pajamas

Like, (Like) I peeped the spliff, but it maybe mom's

Blowin' on some shit, probably bigger than my baby arm

Pissed the lady off, so she comes to me for comfort

Fixed ya babe-moms, now she comes to me for cum squirts

Gun work, got it if the **** buzzed, pop it at a **** mug (Mug)

Watch the Bigga ride, I'm tryna see this **** die, (Die) right?

I ain't givin' no mercy

Baby need shoes and my **** is thirsty (Thirsty)

Ladies want a **** back in, fuckin' fat bitch (Bitch)

I keep the extra Mac 10 (Yeah)

You can find me in the trap, on the AM

Pump is in the store, right next to the Jamaican

I'm a shake him, break him, take him to the basket

Ya momma picked the suit while they lay you in ya casket, ow

I got a fifty of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul

(Sour linger in my clothes)

I was riding in the bucket

He was ridin' in the droptop Rove

I still love to whip it now and then

Got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove

It's poppin' on the stove (Still poppin' babe, what ya doin' baby?)

And I'm blowin' a dub, dub, dub

Yeah

Now, just when you thought it might'a seemed enough

Momma in the room screaming beam me up

My brothers used to beat me up

Meet me up top where they hella pop

****, you can climb, I'ma meet you in my helicop'

I will never stop, till the day I die

Even then, they'll praise me as the great one

They rate me at an even ten

Seen the man in somethin' real wavy in the drive-thru

You can hide, ****, I'ma find you, must I remind you?

Don't a **** style come close to the Wave Man

****, I'm a made man, caveman

Had to do my eight in the state pen

That's an old chapter in my life, like the breakdance, pacin'

Back and forth, thinkin' 'bout, will he ever do the time

Can he go to jail, if he didn't, will he do the crime?

Poppa in the staircase doin' lines

Got his energy all up, **** we ball up, like that, ow

I got a fifty of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul

(Sour linger in my clothes)

I was riding in the bucket

He was ridin' in the droptop Rove

I still love to whip it now and then

Got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove

It's poppin' on the stove (What ya doin' baby?)

And I'm blowin' a dub, dub, dub

They tryna push a **** outta the way, hey

They tryna black-ball a ****, tryna take a **** outta the game, hey

But since I left, they ain't rappin' the same, hey

Fuck around with Biggavel, you might not be rappin' again, hey

Baby, baby, baby

I'll make my money, set my cake up

I only got twenty-three days and then wake up

Pull the forty out and get to smearing your makeup

Tear your face up, bullets shoot from the waist up

Fuck that

They killed my brother, he was seventeen

Put it in his head, the voices, they will never leave (Never)

He watchin' over, he be tellin' me

Max, take your time, don't rush it

Bitches hit me with the pussy, I'ma fuck it

Ow

I got a fifty of some piffy and the sour linger in my soul

(Sour linger in my clothes)

I was riding in the bucket

He was ridin' in the droptop Rove

I still love to whip it now and then

Got the power, Sylar poppin' on the stove

It's poppin' on the stove (What ya doin' baby?)

And I'm blowin' a dub, dub, dub (Baby, baby, baby)

Ay

Boss Don back

I ain't let y'all down yet

Consecutive

Hits

Consecutive

Bangers, back to back, yeah

I own the streets

Max B, boy

Gotta love it, yeah

Shout to my **** Young Los on the beat

So special, kid

Got another one

Blow Me a Dub Remix

Gain Green, bitch

Young Mose

Uncle Mook, what's good, baby?

O-F-O

We still here

Rest in peace, Eric Barton, ****

We love you, baby

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