Max B, Mack Mustard - Dead Solver lyrics

Oh man it's your boy Biggavel
You already know what I do
This shit is wavy Dame Grease
This why I fucks with you nigga
Got Mac Mustard with me on this one
That's my guy, I'm not going play
I am just talk to you niggas uh, Uh

I am to much to figure out
Boogers give them the beef I fuck them and
Kick them out lick them out
Bigga you is a nasty bastard
Little nigga showing off try to
Past me the ratchet
Got the hummer toy pimp slapping the
Shit out of a bitch you niggas is lover boys
I am the other boy all out the deaf
Bigga got a temperature
Got the dick hard slipped it in to her
Get ya pension up old nigga
You can diss anybody but
No Bigga, he gonna diss ya back
He gonna talk about your momma
Talk about running in her mouth with the lama
Fuck her with no condom
Get the bitch pregnant bet she keep it
Daddy got the treatment baby it's no secret
Nigga yous a disk jockey
Never had ya wrist rocky at all
Bigga he to cocky o-o-o-owwwwww

Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I fucked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes ow ow

Put ya shit on the gate like
A nigga on the packer
5th grip is spiting at any nigga that act up
Get your chest to you back up
Lift you back up
Pts calling for back up my niggas back up
Yeah we be tearing this trap up
To get this trap up
Punchlines hit like a Mack truck
That nigga mad tough
Waiting here for me for Joe
You gonna hold ya breath
Ripping at these flows till death
Till it ain't flow is left
Some niggas don't notice yet
Hold the mic like a tech
Spiting to the coldest met
Bounce like a loaded jet
Still niggas gonna hold the set
All them Thugs in your basement
Screaming like a bitch when
Those slugs penetrating
There's a reason niggas hating
And her more to add to the list
It's a dash to the bricks
Don't be last to this shit make them
Shit on his niggas straight spaz on his bitch
If you weren't you niggas bumping
Trash on the strip

Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I fucked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes ow ow

Big machine, big recoil
Whenever it spit, Biggie give your a detour
Meatball ass bitch, classic Max kick
I'm not your average
This rap shit is a marriage
Know how mad I get
Every time I hear this faggot lip sing more
Still he fucking the same whore
After she (what she do?)
Sucked my dick and then pulled
Off the beanie yo
Wiped her skin clean with ya speedo
We got the Orbit, got the Efferdent
Breathmints
Bitch smoke cigs, all this shit is irrelevant
Let's talk about, how you niggas is girly
Kissing and making up
Bigga, you're breaking up
You niggas is fake enough knowing I'm
Thousand time better with the flows
I'm the favorite, single weak, hated it
Copped the bootleg then I traded it
Get off me man
Used the shit to hold the coffee stand ow

Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I fucked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes ow ow