Max B - Quarantine lyrics

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Max B - Quarantine lyrics

(Intro) Dame Grease (it's ya boy Biggavel') Hollywood Ferg f** wit' yo' boy, ow Hook Max B: Won't you hit me for them b**hes do, he pull up in sixes too Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood Gets to chefin' up, all my n***as done wet sh** up (up) Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up When you think it's nuffin' n***as creep up from behind n***as sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that 9 I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine) Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery Ow Ow Verse 1 Max B: Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someone Gotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that ho Told her daddy that she love me, Bigga, she eat my dick Leave ya red like a tomato, gonna spin you like tornado Know that boy, he got that label, Bigga don't f** with Gain Greene? Hit you with that big sh**, get your career ended n***a I feel offended Best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief Leave you leakin' in the street Catch you cheatin' that's your feet (feet) off of them, they go Leave you all fileted and broke, they don't alternate that coke I'mma hit them when they close they eyes, ship they dome all out the sky Hide ya prize, every dime I count is mines Ow Ow (Hook) (Verse 2) I took the streets without no radio, Maxy, "he's so wavy yo" Ol' girl, she wanted that 80 of blow, had to get her right She said "Biggy, I feel freaky like Miss Piggy Won't you hop up like a froggy", "b**h I'm 'bout to do you doggy" There's no way you can be my shorty, see I don't love these hoes I just touch 'em and I tease 'em, I'm big pimpin', never beat 'em Never (never) get excited when a n***a meet 'em Do 'em like my other b**hes mane, he pull up in sixes mane He pull up and hit ya mane, right when you on that block Push 'em off, plus ya boss said you can't leave kuz you got 'em off that rock Tell me when's it all gon' stop, as soon as that flatline scream bleep No more Aston Mars, put you in a casket pa Took you off that wagon car, couldn't roll with that wave It's a shame, that these n***as doin' Broadway plays Lookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from Jacob Got that cake, can't wait to go back to Jamaica Ow Ow (Hook)