You Won’t Go Far lyrics

You already know, Boss Don. Al Peezly, Grease
Talk to you for a minute baby. Tell you what this b*tch told me..

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She tell me Biggaveli I'm not a ho, no!
And you can't do anything you wanna do to me
It won't go. No!
You n*ggas is mad that we holding we got ice, Oww

[Verse 1: Max B]
Baby my dope is a ten, and have a fiend on the lean
f*ck with n*ggas that all they do is just scheme for the CREAM
Know you see me in the beam, know its all mine
Wait for the body style, its an 09'-OH MY GOD
Look at Biggavel, 30 on the Breitling
Leaving Byrdgand was the right thing. Swerving in the right lane
Staying on my grind dog, Finally started taking my time yall
Drop top looking like nine-ball, yellow with the white stripe
Get a n*gga wavy for the right price. n*gga what your life like?
Mines real. Yours is a movie script. Every n*gga love a big booty b*tch
Know I like em slim though, Riding in the benzo
Drunk off the grand cru, she high off the indo
Info, she would never give it to the D's. She's a coachy
Motherf*cker you owe me, Oww

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[Verse 2: Al Pac]


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[Verse 3: Max B]
Baby I put you in the smash. Take to embarrass you, intimidating
Started bestfrineds, now we enemies
Get the Henny b, fill that cup up to the line, I'm a wino
Getting money always on the grind though. Mama grind slow
Cause I buck a lot, cause I f*ck a lot
b*tches they like to suck a lot, Oww Oww
Baby you ain't never seen a n*gga like bigga
Popping cases of Clicquot cause my n*ggas is getting richer
Got these b*tches they do whatever I tell em
n*gga I'm a felon. Bullets up in your cerebellum
n*ggas better tell em, You f*cking with the wrong one, got a long gun
All you n*ggas is boring. Every week, n*gga I be touring
Bumping all my new sh*t, sit it in her mouth like chew sticks
Love a loose chick, that'll f*ck a n*gga riding with the top down
Heard Jimmy working with the cops now, Oww