Max B - Oww Oww Oww lyrics

Up North, Gain Greene Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby) Lemme spit my New York sh** for a minute Holla at ya boy, uh [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My n***az get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww n***az get low when we come around (lock and load) We got them cannons for them n***az think they handlin' the crew (crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These n***az is player-hatin', I think I know why (know why) Oww [Verse 1: Max B] Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece He street, Bigga he manufique Every man he meet, say what's up to, my n***az gets the groupin' out These b**hes I can loop 'em out But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one "Maxi won't you come and meet my mumma, son Hold my hand and walk up the alter", "b**h stop ya fantasies" She never really understanded me When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte Only f** 'em in short stays Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly And I told the b**h to sip some Hit some of this, it'll get you wavey where you need to be Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me Every Gain Greene n***a I f**s with, got me You n***az all weak and all sloppy Oww [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My n***az get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww n***az get low when we come around (lock and load) We got them cannons for them n***az think they handlin' the crew (crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These n***az is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) Oww [Verse 2: Mall G] Moneyy I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells Soon as it touches my hands, I be like "Farewell" When the beef come around, n***az turn the scarecrows Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos Tech 9s and airholes, man yo I don't really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin' I'm brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin' Big money stackin', bladin', trappin' Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I'm so amazin' [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My n***az get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww n***az get low when we come around We got them cannons for them n***az think they handlin' the crew Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These n***az is player-hatin', I think I know why Oww [Verse 3: Nitty 3] If she let me, best believe I'm a f** her All the b**hes say "Nitty, you's a muhf**a" Cause I don't buy 'em sh**, find ya a** another s**a Cause we pimpin' hard around this muhf**a And you slippin' Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators Red and green guts mixed on the escalator f** about it b**h, my money more paper How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up 40 thousand dollar j**lery, n***az all draped up (draped up) Draped up [Verse 4: T.P.] Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened 100 to the lawyers, I ain't goin' back in Ain't goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man This be your b**h or even the right hand Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I'm like the Son of Sam Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every pa**ion For money I'm a madman, she better bring my cash and God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me Leavin' with' ya favorite b**h, put her a** on Craigslist Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script Feds mad they caught me with G's and a scale Thought I sold d** but it was just to weigh a mill [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My n***az get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww n***az get low when we come around (lock and load) We got them cannons for them n***az think they handlin' the crew (crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These n***az is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) Oww