Max B - So Hard (feat. Jim Jones) lyrics
[Max B - So Hard feat. Jim Jones lyrics]
Oh yeah you already know
Yeah, ya boy 2 million dollar bell baby
I’m back in the loof early the silver surfer
We here
You already know, we surf across the seas
We the space invaders, the blues brothers
Ya boy young biggavel, scoob doob, nah mean
Stacks bundles rest in peace
We love you we miss you baby
We gon hold you down to the end oW
Niggas wish they were living like him
Nigga no baby mama drama
My lil son only 9 months and
He riding around with the lamas
He keep tucked in the stroller
Right up under the huggies
You gotta love me
Think you touch me? Shit could get funky
You play wit’ my money
Pray to God when shit get thuggy
Bullets leave you floating on top
Of water like rubber ducky
My china doll she like to sucky fucky
I treat her to chow, two hunnit a plate
How you like me? OW
Read my fortune from my cookie
It told me stay on my grind
Roads extorting all the bookies
Money stay on my mind
Roads to tapping on the dash
The type to roll a 50
I light it pull it up and pass
Buck 60 on the dash
Niggas put me out of my swag
Got caught up in the trap house
A bunch of jealous niggas holding me back
I say I was out of my loop
Niggas put me in the mist
Fuckas bustas got me twisted
Ain’t that a bitch?
I need seven fiddy with the chrome twenty two
I fucks with the bitches ‘cause
Thats just what I do
Used to conversations with the side bitch
Out of town visit's
The way these niggas be snitching it's so
Hard to drive around with the pistol
(so hard) you don’t know what you do to me
You don’t even got a plan
You don’t know what you do to me
It's so hard to drive around with the pistol
Yeah, ya boy 2 million dollar bell baby
I’m back in the loof early the silver surfer
We here
You already know, we surf across the seas
We the space invaders, the blues brothers
Ya boy young biggavel, scoob doob, nah mean
Stacks bundles rest in peace
We love you we miss you baby
We gon hold you down to the end oW
Niggas wish they were living like him
Nigga no baby mama drama
My lil son only 9 months and
He riding around with the lamas
He keep tucked in the stroller
Right up under the huggies
You gotta love me
Think you touch me? Shit could get funky
You play wit’ my money
Pray to God when shit get thuggy
Bullets leave you floating on top
Of water like rubber ducky
My china doll she like to sucky fucky
I treat her to chow, two hunnit a plate
How you like me? OW
Read my fortune from my cookie
It told me stay on my grind
Roads extorting all the bookies
Money stay on my mind
Roads to tapping on the dash
The type to roll a 50
I light it pull it up and pass
Buck 60 on the dash
Niggas put me out of my swag
Got caught up in the trap house
A bunch of jealous niggas holding me back
I say I was out of my loop
Niggas put me in the mist
Fuckas bustas got me twisted
Ain’t that a bitch?
I need seven fiddy with the chrome twenty two
I fucks with the bitches ‘cause
Thats just what I do
Used to conversations with the side bitch
Out of town visit's
The way these niggas be snitching it's so
Hard to drive around with the pistol
(so hard) you don’t know what you do to me
You don’t even got a plan
You don’t know what you do to me
It's so hard to drive around with the pistol