Max B - All My Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Max B] I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale Its 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 its quality He so high commodity, He got nine for robbery Came home on that bail. Got the city on this loopy sh** Greasy get that hoopty quick, He gon' make me shoot this sh** n***a they ain't been hot since I blessed the game with G's up n***a won't lift my sleeves up Baby come lick my penis. Bigga he make me cum Max know s*uts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna Out that cut gotta get that bama (bama) These n***as just take me light till they laying in a coma I come play in California, Oww (Hook) 2x All my life Ima try to hit a lick or two All my life Ima try to hit a b**h or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (me) What you want me to do? [Verse 2: Mack Mustard] n***as 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 k** a n***a yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes Stuck with seeds and n***as pet. We get seed out the set I'll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the n***a rep Wherever the n***a 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, its off with your mans grill n***as with ram k**s, give a f** how your man feel Ya n***as in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we'll.. Power smoking sour, you'l be dead a couple hours Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling they're powders n***as loving the dour come f** with this thing of ours (Hook) 2x [Verse 3: Max B] Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate- Send one through that dome of yours While your home watching the Source Awards f**ers got me pissed, thought she was a fan Bigging up my new PD3, Screaming n***a give me a CD free Bobbing off my sh**, you and your main b**h Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug (?) He is such a work of art He is known to squirt the dart. Work the charts Help these b**hes get cake. See n***as don't appreciate What I do for the game, f** the politics Coca got a lot of it. Poke it out and polish it Tell them b**hes swallow it- Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder sh** Average in 2010 on some burger sh** Used him for all purposes, used him for all services Wipe you n***as 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 (Hook) 2x