Max B, Mack Mustard - All My Life lyrics

I got a quarter key- Bout to
Put it on the scale it's quarters
We got yola don’t be mentioning that mail
When that brick come back I yell
See now we can flip these O’s
Ain’t the quantity it's quality
He's a hot commodity
He got knocked for robbery
Came home a new man
Got the city on this loopy shit
Greasy get that hoopty quick
He gon’ make me shoot this shit
Nigga they ain't been hot since I
Blessed the game with G’s up
Nigga won’t lift my sleeves up
Baby come lick my penis, Bigga he make me cum
Max know sluts thats in Atlanta
I got trucks thats in Savanna
Out that cut gotta get that Bama (Bama)
These niggas just take me light till
They laying in a coma
I come play in California, oww

All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?
All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?

Niggas out they mind
Even mentioning the team name
I'll scrape Gay R
He copping fifths when the team gain
Take a look at his mean chain
They dragging on the internet
Ain’t kill a nigga yet
He smoking weed & cigarettes
Stuck with seeds and niggas pet
We get seed out the set
I’ll have him weaving out his 'jects
Or wherever the nigga rep
Wherever the nigga step-
Foot like a landfill
One click of the metal give your man chills
Stop living for fan thrills
Or see how your fans feel
When Gay R body hard
They telling your man chill
He giving your man peels
It's off with your mans grill
Niggas with ram kills
Give a fuck how your man feel
Ya niggas in your fan peel
Keep testing the fam we’ll
Power smoking sour
You’ll be dead a couple hours
Or crime scene investigators come
Sprinkling their powders
Niggas loving the dour come fuck
With this thing of ours

All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?
All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?

Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate-
Send one through that dome of yours
While your home watching the Source Awards
Fuckers got me pissed, thought she was a fan
Bigging up my new PD3
Screaming Bigga give me a CD free
Bobbing off my shit, you and your main bitch
Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug
Yeah, he's sure to pop
He is such a work of art
He is known to squirt the dart
Work the charts help these bitches get cake
See niggas don’t appreciate
What I do for the game, fuck the politics
Coca got a lot of it
Poke it out and polish it
Tell them bitches swallow me-
Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder shit
Average in 2010 on some burger shit
Used him for all purposes
Used him for all services
Wipe you niggas down
Look at mama bet she proud of me
Cluttered like the lot of me
Flooded like the lottery
We need power boy, Dour called
Tell me max I got that Sour on, oww oww

All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?
All my life i'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life i'ma try to hit a bitch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to?
(Me) what you want me to do?