Max B - Part Time Lovers lyrics

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Max B - Part Time Lovers lyrics

I know what they wanna do to me I wasn't here Threw my sh** too n***a Comin' for you baby I mean (Al Pac) these n***az got it confused man So wavy, Gain Greene (I mean) Public Domain, I'm so street right now f** it, it's ya boy Biggavell Talk to these n***az man, h*mo n***az Yeah [Verse 1:] You ain't a friend to me, I sip that Hennessy Your b**h she love the dick, bet she remember me Bet I remember her, like I'm a kin to her My sh** was meant for her, Fridays I spend with her I been with her, all she want is deez I made her retire haze, now all she want is sneeze Man all she want is the cheese, but I don't give a sh** Let her work out, f** with mines, I'm a murk you out You ain't tryna f** around, get your head split Toss the ratch in the yard, coky I can get live n***a I'll be dead rich (f** it) give it all to my son Spend it all, get ya gun, spin the ball, hit ya one That ya love and that ya hug and all Crazy, had a baby, what b**h, presidential with the wavy wrist My b**h got the Mercedes six, now I'm back in the cut Tell police stop f**in' Tru-Life in his bu*t [Chorus:] Y'all some part time lovers, y'all f** under the covers That's ya mother, y'all supposed to be brothers But y'all lovers, that's nasty That ain't wavy, oh baby [Repeat] [Verse 2:] I'm heavy in the loop, dezzy in the Coupe Bezzie and a suit, one day I'll go to court His friend's a nasty man, f** Kim Kardashian I f**s the taximan, cops couldn't catch me man His b**hes love my cum (cum) so I let 'em drink f** me, I'll give you ring, popo gon' leave you stink You know I leave you weak, n***a I am the streets n***a you are a b**h, Bigga, he far from rich Bigga, you are the sh**, so let these n***az know So let the blicker blow, already hit your hoe (already hit her) Already gets the dough, scrape sh** off the books Get your melon booked, you ain't know Biggavell a crook Bunch of gay rap n***az, tryna make a name n***a Tryna Silver Surf n***a, tryna make a wave n***a Tryna make the pay (yeah) Daily News label me a champion n***a kuz I never lose [Chorus:] Y'all some part time lovers, y'all f** under the covers That's ya mother, y'all supposed to be brothers But y'all lovers, that's nasty That ain't wavy, oh baby [Repeat] sh** ain't wavy (oh baby) Y'all supposed to be on the same team and sh** Y'all ain't supposed to be doin' that It's ya boy Biggavell, N.O.E. Public Domain 2 for these n***az man You already know I don't rat with a story to tell man I mean, come on Stop f**in' my sh** up E, word up We back in the loop though