[{"id":32109796,"name":"MAX B - SEXY LOVE","trackName":"MAX B - SEXY LOVE","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby 2","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Still early, baby\nSo wavy\nFeel so comfortable tonight\nShout out to the New York Giants\nWe gon' do this one for PD3\nIt's your boy Biggavel'\nWhen at first I caught you creeping\nWasn't even sleep when she hit the speaker\nAnd bleeped him, peeped him\nMy nigga baseball was ready to beat him, leak him\nI told my nigga chill, that'll be cheating, ow\nUsed to spend and give you money\nWe used to make love, let me lick and dip in your honey\nIt's funny because before you it was the bunny\nShe want me, told me pull it out, don't leave it cumm-y, ow\n\nI can't, oh shit, baby, my bad\nYou can't 'cause it's the way you moving your ass\nStop playing, before I even gave you some ass\nYou should've told me that you was gon' cum\nYou can't, baby, I didn't mean to do it\nI can't, the pussy'll turn your knees to fluid\nStop playing, before I even gave you my pussy\nYou should've told me that you was gon' cum\n\nIs he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\nI heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\nBring that pussy home like you used to do\nStill on my grind, I'm getting money\nLight the sour up so I can get a buzz\nIs he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\nI heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\nBring that pussy home like you used to do\nStill on my grind, I'm getting money\nLight the sour up so I can get a buzz\n\nI used to play with her, lay with her, mate with her\nFive nights out the week, stay with her\nListen, baby girl, I used to say to her\n\"Why you acting stank?\"\nDo more smoking than us talking, bitch\nWon't you press that thing?\nWon't you tell me that you love me?\nHug me, choose me, a smiley face\nMixed the green Queezy with a smoothie\nPapa's in a movie, papa got a Uzi\nHe woozy, plus he won't hesitate to use it\nBaby, why you stressing? Let me get another shot\nBeef be coming by the dozen, let me get another rock\nLet me get another drop, maybe that in black\nWith the grid wood, mommy say she love me plus the dick good\n\nI can't, oh shit, baby, my bad\nYou can't 'cause it's the way you moving your ass\nStop playing, before I even gave you some ass\nYou should've told me that you was gon' cum\nYou can't, baby, I didn't mean to do it\nI can't, the pussy'll turn your knees to fluid\nStop playing, before I even gave you my pussy\nYou should've told me that you was gon' cum\n\nIs he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\nI heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\nBring that pussy home like you used to do\nStill on my grind, I'm getting money\nLight the sour up so I can get a buzz\nIs he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\nI heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\nBring that pussy home like you used to do\nStill on my grind, I'm getting money\nLight the sour up so I can get a buzz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: MAX B - SEXY LOVE\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Million Dollar Baby 2\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Still early, baby\n  So wavy\n  Feel so comfortable tonight\n  Shout out to the New York Giants\n  We gon' do this one for PD3\n  It's your boy Biggavel'\n  When at first I caught you creeping\n  Wasn't even sleep when she hit the speaker\n  And bleeped him, peeped him\n  My nigga baseball was ready to beat him, leak him\n  I told my nigga chill, that'll be cheating, ow\n  Used to spend and give you money\n  We used to make love, let me lick and dip in your honey\n  It's funny because before you it was the bunny\n  She want me, told me pull it out, don't leave it cumm-y, ow\n\n  I can't, oh shit, baby, my bad\n  You can't 'cause it's the way you moving your ass\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you some ass\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n  You can't, baby, I didn't mean to do it\n  I can't, the pussy'll turn your knees to fluid\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you my pussy\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n\n  I used to play with her, lay with her, mate with her\n  Five nights out the week, stay with her\n  Listen, baby girl, I used to say to her\n  \"Why you acting stank?\"\n  Do more smoking than us talking, bitch\n  Won't you press that thing?\n  Won't you tell me that you love me?\n  Hug me, choose me, a smiley face\n  Mixed the green Queezy with a smoothie\n  Papa's in a movie, papa got a Uzi\n  He woozy, plus he won't hesitate to use it\n  Baby, why you stressing? Let me get another shot\n  Beef be coming by the dozen, let me get another rock\n  Let me get another drop, maybe that in black\n  With the grid wood, mommy say she love me plus the dick good\n\n  I can't, oh shit, baby, my bad\n  You can't 'cause it's the way you moving your ass\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you some ass\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n  You can't, baby, I didn't mean to do it\n  I can't, the pussy'll turn your knees to fluid\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you my pussy\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n"},{"id":31980662,"name":"Never Wanna Go Back","trackName":"Never Wanna Go Back","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby 3","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ow!\nAin't going back baby\nBaby grand fucking finale nigga\nYou think this shit stop\nCause you see me doing tapes with these other niggas\nDon't think I, Lazy K man\nMillion dollar baby\nGrand finale\nGet it right\n40 Boss don biggavel\nGot the boy Young Los\nBoy P.O.P on the boards\nGoing through some turmoil right now\nThis might be the last one\nBut you know\nIt is what it is man\nNever wanna go\n\nI never wanna go back in there\nNever wanna go back\nNever wanna go back\nLife just isn't fair\nTell me why you crying\nEverybody dying\nLife is so unfair\nPlease tell me why you gotta go\nI don't really wanna know\nI ain't tryna go back in there\nI ain't tryna go back\nI ain't tryna go back\n\nBlack cherry molasses\nI'm ready to go\nWhere the fuck is my glasses\nI ain't tryna be here till the morning\nPlus I got work on the street\nHow you making out touring\n7 To pop up hotels and extras\nIncluding the travel fees\nI put you in the gravel b\nI don't battle b\nGot an arsenal\nShoot you niggas for the treachery\nHave me pull my gun\nBiggie killed for fun what\nYou liar\nSon of a bitch the screws loose\nDaddy he need pliers\nI wake up every morning\nRoll up a big one\nSimply\nSip the fifth on the empty\nPimpy\nMe and Young Los share the same pain\nWe give you the beats\nI deliver the street treats\nBaby beat meat real good got talent\nFamily back home\nFor structure in the balance\n\nI never wanna go back in there\nNever wanna go back\nNever wanna go back\nLife just isn't fair\nTell me why you crying\nEverybody dying\nLife is so unfair\nPlease tell me why you gotta go\nI don't really wanna know\nI ain't tryna go back in there\nI ain't tryna go back\nI ain't tryna go back\n\nThese motherfuckers tryna break me\nTake me away\nI'm innocent they tryna make me pay\nTake me from the game\nNo we're not\nAgony\nPain on the plate\nPut the thing in your face\nWait\nNo days off\nBigga don't take breaks\nGot frostings\nBigga he bake cakes\nO.F.O\nThem my niggas I run with\nBig scum whoop\nAnd two niggas with big guns\nSent some over to the team\nCause they needed them\nFeeded them\nTreated them with love and precaution\nPouring like a faucet\nFlossin\nGetting it good\nNiggas think I was ballin\nStallin\nStutter but I hit you niggas up with another light\nSpread you bitches like a butter knife\nNot another night goes by\nI don't pray now\nFucking cops screaming face down\n\nI never wanna go back in there\nNever wanna go back\nNever wanna go back\nLife just isn't fair\nTell me why you crying\nEverybody dying\nLife is so unfair\nPlease tell me why you gotta go\nI don't really wanna know\nI ain't tryna go back in there\nI ain't tryna go back\nI ain't tryna go back\n\nWe got them infrareds aiming for a nigga\nSo I never miss\nOh I found a better bitch\nOh I found her\nRide or die bitch\nDaddy scared to let the thing go\nYou got a wave now follow the rainbow\nWatch how the pain glow\nGlittery\nNipper had the breeze\nI don't want you to pity me\nCity be\nCA\nCA\nFrenchie\nPenthouse B\nThe pussy in house b\nI done copped the key done flipped it\nBig chips\nBiggie he spent\nBaby I don't give shit but this big dick\nThese bitches all in love with my serenade\nPeppers onions they marinade\nGot the barricade\nFor these niggas tryna break through\nMaking you feel good\nBaby a nigga still hood\nGot my Pimper crew just to keep me in the mood\nTell my baby boy\nIf you go then go to school\n\nI never wanna go back in there\nNever wanna go back\nNever wanna go back\nLife just isn't fair\nTell me why you crying\nEverybody dying\nLife is so unfair\nPlease tell me why you gotta go\nI don't really wanna know\nI ain't tryna go back in there\nI ain't tryna go back\nI ain't tryna go back\n\nFuck it\nYoung Los on the beat\nI love you boy\nWord\nShout to all my niggas\nKnow we in the game\nIt's that OFO baby\nGang green\nIt's the mixtape\nThe new system\nShout to my boy Big Twin\nDame Dugga\nBoogaloo\nThe whole OFO crew man\nGotta love it\nFuck with your boy\nOut\nAin't going back\nNever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Never Wanna Go Back\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Million Dollar Baby 3\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ow!\n  Ain't going back baby\n  Baby grand fucking finale nigga\n  You think this shit stop\n  Cause you see me doing tapes with these other niggas\n  Don't think I, Lazy K man\n  Million dollar baby\n  Grand finale\n  Get it right\n  40 Boss don biggavel\n  Got the boy Young Los\n  Boy P.O.P on the boards\n  Going through some turmoil right now\n  This might be the last one\n  But you know\n  It is what it is man\n  Never wanna go\n\n  I never wanna go back in there\n  Never wanna go back\n  Never wanna go back\n  Life just isn't fair\n  Tell me why you crying\n  Everybody dying\n  Life is so unfair\n  Please tell me why you gotta go\n  I don't really wanna know\n  I ain't tryna go back in there\n  I ain't tryna go back\n  I ain't tryna go back\n\n  Black cherry molasses\n  I'm ready to go\n  Where the fuck is my glasses\n  I ain't tryna be here till the morning\n  Plus I got work on the street\n  How you making out touring\n  7 To pop up hotels and extras\n  Including the travel fees\n  I put you in the gravel b\n  I don't battle b\n  Got an arsenal\n  Shoot you niggas for the treachery\n  Have me pull my gun\n  Biggie killed for fun what\n  You liar\n  Son of a bitch the screws loose\n  Daddy he need pliers\n  I wake up every morning\n  Roll up a big one\n  Simply\n  Sip the fifth on the empty\n  Pimpy\n  Me and Young Los share the same pain\n  We give you the beats\n  I deliver the street treats\n  Baby beat meat real good got talent\n  Family back home\n  For structure in the balance\n\n  I never wanna go back in there\n  Never wanna go back\n  Never wanna go back\n  Life just isn't fair\n  Tell me why you crying\n  Everybody dying\n  Life is so unfair\n  Please tell me why you gotta go\n  I don't really wanna know\n  I ain't tryna go back in there\n  I ain't tryna go back\n  I ain't tryna go back\n\n  These motherfuckers tryna break me\n  Take me away\n  I'm innocent they tryna make me pay\n  Take me from the game\n  No we're not\n  Agony\n  Pain on the plate\n  Put the thing in your face\n  Wait\n  No days off\n  Bigga don't take breaks\n  Got frostings\n  Bigga he bake cakes\n  O.F.O\n  Them my niggas I run with\n  Big scum whoop\n  And two niggas with big guns\n  Sent some over to the team\n  Cause they needed them\n  Feeded them\n  Treated them with love and precaution\n  Pouring like a faucet\n  Flossin\n  Getting it good\n  Niggas think I was ballin\n  Stallin\n  Stutter but I hit you niggas up with another light\n  Spread you bitches like a butter knife\n  Not another night goes by\n  I don't pray now\n  Fucking cops screaming face down\n\n  I never wanna go back in there\n  Never wanna go back\n  Never wanna go back\n  Life just isn't fair\n  Tell me why you crying\n  Everybody dying\n  Life is so unfair\n  Please tell me why you gotta go\n  I don't really wanna know\n  I ain't tryna go back in there\n  I ain't tryna go back\n  I ain't tryna go back\n\n  We got them infrareds aiming for a nigga\n  So I never miss\n  Oh I found a better bitch\n  Oh I found her\n  Ride or die bitch\n  Daddy scared to let the thing go\n  You got a wave now follow the rainbow\n  Watch how the pain glow\n  Glittery\n  Nipper had the breeze\n  I don't want you to pity me\n  City be\n  CA\n  CA\n  Frenchie\n  Penthouse B\n  The pussy in house b\n  I done copped the key done flipped it\n  Big chips\n  Biggie he spent\n  Baby I don't give shit but this big dick\n  These bitches all in love with my serenade\n  Peppers onions they marinade\n  Got the barricade\n  For these niggas tryna break through\n  Making you feel good\n  Baby a nigga still hood\n  Got my Pimper crew just to keep me in the mood\n  Tell my baby boy\n  If you go then go to school\n\n  I never wanna go back in there\n  Never wanna go back\n  Never wanna go back\n  Life just isn't fair\n  Tell me why you crying\n  Everybody dying\n  Life is so unfair\n  Please tell me why you gotta go\n  I don't really wanna know\n  I ain't tryna go back in there\n  I ain't tryna go back\n  I ain't tryna go back\n\n  Fuck it\n  Young Los on the beat\n  I love you boy\n  Word\n  Shout to all my niggas\n  Know we in the game\n  It's that OFO baby\n  Gang green\n  It's the mixtape\n  The new system\n  Shout to my boy Big Twin\n  Dame Dugga\n  Boogaloo\n  The whole OFO crew man\n  Gotta love it\n  Fuck with your boy\n  Out\n  Ain't going back\n  Never\n"},{"id":31220810,"name":"Haters","trackName":"Haters","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby 2","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?\nWe kill a cocksucker, we don't care about\nThe cops wanna know y'all whereabouts, nope\nWe in it to win it, this shit is not a game\nGet in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang, bang\nMax B, nigga, I came to bring the pain\nI dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game\n\nI'm a street nigga\nNah, dog, not a beef nigga\n\nShort sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker\nThat was just a whole clip I released in ya\nLet the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya\nI pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em\nI spray for his face, Lord, keep the meat in 'em\nThat boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em\nBut can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?\nYou was the shit, where all your spark go?\nFirst round, and still on the bench like Darko, uh\n\nFuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal\nHop in the Cadillac Escape with your cargo, uh\n\nFuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show\nShow you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt\nI don't like you, but I'm feelin' your moms, though\nTake one of her kidneys and sell it to Alonzo\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nHow many niggas you know get the hemp through?\nMax ain't that nigga you just skim through\nThrow the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs too\nDrop my CD the same day as Pimp Juice\nBlock like the car show, bring your Bent through\n\nBring the haze and the Rémy and the friend too, yeah\nI let the strap on the inf loose\nUsed to be 7:30, now a nigga ten-to\nYeah, I take your girl from you, doggy\nThe one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy\nHop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex\nTreat her like dirt, then I start dockin' her paychecks, yeah\n\nI'm the black Ben Affleck\nMusic, movies, I live in the fast track\nAll I need is a O and I'm lax with that\nI could fall off, get back on the map with that\nTake your dame, take her back to the track with that\nAnd make her grind 'til the back of her back'll crack, yeah\n\nI'm a hustler, baby\nAnd I could never hate, I got love for your babies\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nIt's the young city slicker\nFlows gritty and quicker\nFlow silly and sicker\nHoes pretty and thicker\n\nI could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her\nKnock the weed off, come back, get her to lick her\nI could get her to hit ya\nSquirt before ya guts, I could get her to fix ya\nJunked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister\nThirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh\nI'm lovin' the bitches, I'm lovin' the game, it's great\nI'm lovin' the riches, I'm lovin' the fame, it's great\nI struggle with snitches, they huggin' the game, it's hate\nThese industry niggas is fuckin' the game, it's rape\n\nYeah, I don't do it the same way\nFall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way\nAll that, mix it up, 'til that your brain spray\nMost rap dudes in the game gay\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nYo, you ready? You ready? You ready?\n(I don't think they ready)\nGang Green for life\nMillion Dollar Baby 2\nMax B, DJ Lazy K\nFour black","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?\n[00:03.12] We kill a cocksucker, we don't care about\n[00:06.03] The cops wanna know y'all whereabouts, nope\n[00:09.31] We in it to win it, this shit is not a game\n[00:11.67] Get in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang, bang\n[00:15.32] Max B, nigga, I came to bring the pain\n[00:17.43] I dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game\n[00:20.43] I'm a street nigga\n[00:21.88] Nah, dog, not a beef nigga\n[00:24.15] Short sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker\n[00:27.09] That was just a whole clip I released in ya\n[00:30.04] Let the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya\n[00:32.79] I pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em\n[00:35.77] I spray for his face, Lord, keep the meat in 'em\n[00:38.78] That boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em\n[00:41.58] But can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?\n[00:44.60] You was the shit, where all your spark go?\n[00:47.23] First round, and still on the bench like Darko, uh\n[00:50.47] Fuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal\n[00:53.16] Hop in the Cadillac Escape with your cargo, uh\n[00:56.36] Fuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show\n[00:58.81] Show you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt\n[01:02.24] I don't like you, but I'm feelin' your moms, though\n[01:04.82] Take one of her kidneys and sell it to Alonzo\n[01:07.67] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:10.01] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[01:13.05] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:16.48] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[01:18.94] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:22.39] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[01:24.75] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:27.76] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[01:31.21] How many niggas you know get the hemp through?\n[01:34.48] Max ain't that nigga you just skim through\n[01:37.27] Throw the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs too\n[01:40.29] Drop my CD the same day as Pimp Juice\n[01:43.11] Block like the car show, bring your Bent through\n[01:46.00] Bring the haze and the Rémy and the friend too, yeah\n[01:49.52] I let the strap on the inf loose\n[01:51.69] Used to be 7:30, now a nigga ten-to\n[01:54.66] Yeah, I take your girl from you, doggy\n[01:57.32] The one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy\n[02:00.53] Hop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex\n[02:03.35] Treat her like dirt, then I start dockin' her paychecks, yeah\n[02:07.30] I'm the black Ben Affleck\n[02:09.21] Music, movies, I live in the fast track\n[02:12.44] All I need is a O and I'm lax with that\n[02:15.40] I could fall off, get back on the map with that\n[02:18.34] Take your dame, take her back to the track with that\n[02:20.82] And make her grind 'til the back of her back'll crack, yeah\n[02:24.97] I'm a hustler, baby\n[02:26.62] And I could never hate, I got love for your babies\n[02:29.13] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:32.52] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[02:35.03] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:38.31] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[02:40.95] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:44.28] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[02:46.70] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:50.18] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[02:52.68] It's the young city slicker\n[02:54.75] Flows gritty and quicker\n[02:56.24] Flow silly and sicker\n[02:57.69] Hoes pretty and thicker\n[02:59.34] I could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her\n[03:02.11] Knock the weed off, come back, get her to lick her\n[03:04.99] I could get her to hit ya\n[03:07.65] Squirt before ya guts, I could get her to fix ya\n[03:10.52] Junked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister\n[03:13.42] Thirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh\n[03:16.64] I'm lovin' the bitches, I'm lovin' the game, it's great\n[03:19.58] I'm lovin' the riches, I'm lovin' the fame, it's great\n[03:22.44] I struggle with snitches, they huggin' the game, it's hate\n[03:25.38] These industry niggas is fuckin' the game, it's rape\n[03:28.54] Yeah, I don't do it the same way\n[03:31.14] Fall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way\n[03:34.19] All that, mix it up, 'til that your brain spray\n[03:37.09] Most rap dudes in the game gay\n[03:39.45] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:42.64] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[03:45.31] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:47.93] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[03:51.16] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:54.25] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[03:56.95] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[04:00.30] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[04:03.76] Yo, you ready? You ready? 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You ready? 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[]\nplain: |-\n  See we all medicate our pains some ways This is what we do\n\n  I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n  I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today What's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love\n\n  Niggaz tried they best to hurt me, come and test the birdie I'm Tom Brady, you a Testeverde Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience\n  He ain't got the don sense to be the boss Who that nigga they they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave\n  I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day, cause you'll never know Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong The Ds'll steal a 9 even when stepped on The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love 95 off a high-speed drive\n\n  I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n  I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today\n  What's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love Nigga better show me some love man\n\n  All this wave I bring to the game Y'all niggaz better Biggavel' that love man Might have to go back in, ya know Might have to go do that 30, ya know Fuck it, ya know I'm a leave you niggaz that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby, Gain Greene\n  Ron Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know\n  It is what it is\n\n  I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n  I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today\n  What's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love\n"},{"id":24698248,"name":"Sexy Love","trackName":"Sexy Love","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby 2","duration":210.90575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Still early baby\nSo wavy\nFeel so comfortable tonight\nShout out to the New York Giants\nWe gon' do this one for PDP\nIt's ya boy Biggavel'\n\nWell at first I caught you creepin'\nWasn't even sleep when she hit the speaker and bleeped him\nPeeped him, my nigga Page called said he would beat him, leak him\nI told my nigga \"Chill, that'd be cheatin'\", Owwww\nUsed to spend and give ya money\nWe used to make love, lemme lick and dip in ya honey, it's funny\nBecause before you it was the money, she want me\nTold me pull it out and don't leave it coming, ouuuut\n\n(I came)\nOh shit baby my bad\n(You came)\nIt's the way you moving your ass\n(Stop playing)\nBefore I even gave you some ass\nYou shoulda told me that you was gon' cum\n(You came)\nBaby I didn't mean to do it\n(I came)\nYour pussy leaks when ya need the fluid\n(Stop playing)\nBefore I even gave you my pussy\nYou shoulda told me that you was gon' cum\n\nIs he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep ya\nI heard he treat you bad, heard he beat ya\nBring that pussy home like you used to do\nI'm still on my grind, I'm gettin' money\nLight the sour up so I can get a buuh-uzzz\n\nI used to play with' her, lay with' her, mate with' her\n5 nights out the week, stay with' her\nListen babygirl I used to say to her \"Why you actin' stank?\nToo much smoking and less talkin' bitch, won't you crush that dank\"\nWon't you tell me that you love me, hug me, choose me\nYour smiling face, mixed the Grand Creezy with a smoothie\nPoppa's in a movie, poppa got a Uzi\nHe moves it, plus he won't hesistate to use it\nBaby why you stressin', lemme get another shot\nKeep it comin' by the dozen, lemme get another rock\nLemme get another drop\nMaybe that in black with the grip wood\nMami say she love me kuz the dick good\n\nYeah what's good ladies\nLookin' right for this one baby\nThis the one right here, this that sexy love for the ladies\n'08 Million Dollar Baby 2\nLazy K, Owww\nI'm doin' big things in the hood man\nHarlem in the building man\nAll day, Lenox Ave, 7th Ave, 8th Avenue\nOwwwww","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.78] Still early baby\n[00:05.56] So wavy\n[00:08.23] Feel so comfortable tonight\n[00:11.93] Shout out to the New York Giants\n[00:15.54] We gon' do this one for PDP\n[00:19.18] It's ya boy Biggavel'\n[00:25.45] Well at first I caught you creepin'\n[00:27.39] Wasn't even sleep when she hit the speaker and bleeped him\n[00:30.98] Peeped him, my nigga Page called said he would beat him, leak him\n[00:34.54] I told my nigga \"Chill, that'd be cheatin'\", Owwww\n[00:38.16] Used to spend and give ya money\n[00:39.90] We used to make love, lemme lick and dip in ya honey, it's funny\n[00:44.57] Because before you it was the money, she want me\n[00:47.28] Told me pull it out and don't leave it coming, ouuuut\n[00:51.71] (I came)\n[00:52.67] Oh shit baby my bad\n[00:54.40] (You came)\n[00:55.45] It's the way you moving your ass\n[00:57.24] (Stop playing)\n[00:59.05] Before I even gave you some ass\n[01:00.87] You shoulda told me that you was gon' cum\n[01:02.67] (You came)\n[01:05.34] Baby I didn't mean to do it\n[01:07.17] (I came)\n[01:08.07] Your pussy leaks when ya need the fluid\n[01:10.88] (Stop playing)\n[01:11.73] Before I even gave you my pussy\n[01:13.53] You shoulda 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came)\n  Baby I didn't mean to do it\n  (I came)\n  Your pussy leaks when ya need the fluid\n  (Stop playing)\n  Before I even gave you my pussy\n  You shoulda told me that you was gon' cum\n\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep ya\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat ya\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  I'm still on my grind, I'm gettin' money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buuh-uzzz\n\n  I used to play with' her, lay with' her, mate with' her\n  5 nights out the week, stay with' her\n  Listen babygirl I used to say to her \"Why you actin' stank?\n  Too much smoking and less talkin' bitch, won't you crush that dank\"\n  Won't you tell me that you love me, hug me, choose me\n  Your smiling face, mixed the Grand Creezy with a smoothie\n  Poppa's in a movie, poppa got a Uzi\n  He moves it, plus he won't hesistate to use it\n  Baby why you stressin', lemme get another shot\n  Keep it comin' by the dozen, lemme get another rock\n  Lemme get another 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(It's that wave, it's that wave)\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nDoin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass\nLight the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas\nNow I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota\nGot my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola\nShe don't panic at all, my baby play it cool\nIt don't matter police and all she spraying the tool\nIt was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis\nShe stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius\nWhatchu give me credit for? Baby I ain't shit\n270 for a pound baby that ain't piff\nBiggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool\nRaid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food\nBut the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy\nWit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch Pirellis\nBaby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit\n'Til she busted me wit another bitch\nAnd she said\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nGot the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot\nGot the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe\nI make it rain on ya stoop\n40s, 20s and dimes\nThey used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine\nWe get money\nIn the grind\nWe did it easy, no frontin'\nAnd did it in a way when niggas couldn't see me coming\nBetter duck when niggas is gunnin'\nOf course y'all sure to rat\nI don't know what they told you, boss don do it big\nCapo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas\nSee him live up wit a bottle, he on top of the speakers\nMe I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit\nWife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit\nAnd I don't worry, these hoes and bitches they love us\nEvery other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us\nThey fuck us and then they trust us\nHave them head over heels\n'Til you leave them in pain she said you don't know how it feels\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nNow these labels they want me, they say I got what it take\nSaid I should be in the stu', instead of popping the eight\nNigga my topic is the cake\nJewelry, bitches, and cars\nDoin' it big wit all my niggas popping cris' in the bars\nI fuck wit the stars\nYou can catch me out in Cali\nLookin' for Caucasian bitches wit titties and a fatty\nNow I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view\nWindows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view\nBitch nigga I dare you, to shorten my cheese\nOnly money, music and family important to me\nBaby you talking to me?\n\"\"How you doin' Maxy\"\"\nHad me in the club blowin my' stacks\nShe said\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why You Do That\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Million Dollar Baby 2\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why you do that? (It's that wave, it's that wave)\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n  Doin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass\n  Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas\n  Now I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota\n  Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola\n  She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool\n  It don't matter police and all she spraying the tool\n  It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis\n  She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius\n  Whatchu give me credit for? Baby I ain't shit\n  270 for a pound baby that ain't piff\n  Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool\n  Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food\n  But the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy\n  Wit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch Pirellis\n  Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit\n  'Til she busted me wit another bitch\n  And she said\n  Why you do that?\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n  Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot\n  Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe\n  I make it rain on ya stoop\n  40s, 20s and dimes\n  They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine\n  We get money\n  In the grind\n  We did it easy, no 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You gettin' green?\n[02:36.81] Ron Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know\n[02:41.10] It is what it is, yeah\n[02:43.77] I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n[02:45.14] I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away\n[02:48.29] The sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)\n[02:51.40] We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day\n[02:54.04] What's the matter with y'all hoes?\n[02:56.01] This for my homies and thugs\n[02:57.86] I'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\n[03:00.69] See you at the crossroads\n[03:01.87] You niggas better show me some love (show me some love, baby)\n[03:05.70] Show me some love\n[03:07.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blow Me A Dub [Explicit]\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Million Dollar Baby 2 [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas tried they best\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 1050\n- text: Niggas-niggas tried they best\n  start_ms: 1050\n  end_ms: 2500\n- text: Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas\n  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Let me get another shot\n  Beef be coming by the dozen, let me get another rock\n  Let me get another drop, maybe that in black\n  With the grid wood, mommy say she love me plus the dick good\n\n  I can't, oh shit, baby, my bad\n  You can't 'cause it's the way you moving your ass\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you some ass\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n  You can't, baby, I didn't mean to do it\n  I can't, the pussy'll turn your knees to fluid\n  Stop playing, before I even gave you my pussy\n  You should've told me that you was gon' cum\n\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n  Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep through?\n  I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat you\n  Bring that pussy home like you used to do\n  Still on my grind, I'm getting money\n  Light the sour up so I can get a buzz\n"},{"id":32045078,"name":"Haters [Explicit]","trackName":"Haters [Explicit]","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby 2 [Explicit]","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?\nWe kill a cocksucker, we don't care about\nThe cops wanna know y'all whereabouts, nope\nWe in it to win it, this shit is not a game\nGet in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang, bang\nMax B, nigga, I came to bring the pain\nI dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game\n\nI'm a street nigga\nNah, dog, not a beef nigga\n\nShort sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker\nThat was just a whole clip I released in ya\nLet the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya\nI pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em\nI spray for his face, Lord, keep the meat in 'em\nThat boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em\nBut can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?\nYou was the shit, where all your spark go?\nFirst round, and still on the bench like Darko, uh\n\nFuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal\nHop in the Cadillac Escape with your cargo, uh\n\nFuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show\nShow you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt\nI don't like you, but I'm feelin' your moms, though\nTake one of her kidneys and sell it to Alonzo\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nHow many niggas you know get the hemp through?\nMax ain't that nigga you just skim through\nThrow the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs too\nDrop my CD the same day as Pimp Juice\nBlock like the car show, bring your Bent through\n\nBring the haze and the Rémy and the friend too, yeah\nI let the strap on the inf loose\nUsed to be 7:30, now a nigga ten-to\nYeah, I take your girl from you, doggy\nThe one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy\nHop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex\nTreat her like dirt, then I start dockin' her paychecks, yeah\n\nI'm the black Ben Affleck\nMusic, movies, I live in the fast track\nAll I need is a O and I'm lax with that\nI could fall off, get back on the map with that\nTake your dame, take her back to the track with that\nAnd make her grind 'til the back of her back'll crack, yeah\n\nI'm a hustler, baby\nAnd I could never hate, I got love for your babies\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nIt's the young city slicker\nFlows gritty and quicker\nFlow silly and sicker\nHoes pretty and thicker\n\nI could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her\nKnock the weed off, come back, get her to lick her\nI could get her to hit ya\nSquirt before ya guts, I could get her to fix ya\nJunked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister\nThirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh\nI'm lovin' the bitches, I'm lovin' the game, it's great\nI'm lovin' the riches, I'm lovin' the fame, it's great\nI struggle with snitches, they huggin' the game, it's hate\nThese industry niggas is fuckin' the game, it's rape\n\nYeah, I don't do it the same way\nFall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way\nAll that, mix it up, 'til that your brain spray\nMost rap dudes in the game gay\n\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nEat a dick now, save some for later\nThis is goin' out, to all them haters\nIt's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\nYo, you ready? You ready? You ready?\n(I don't think they ready)\nGang Green for life\nMillion Dollar Baby 2\nMax B, DJ Lazy K\nFour black","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?\n[00:03.12] We kill a cocksucker, we don't care about\n[00:06.03] The cops wanna know y'all whereabouts, nope\n[00:09.31] We in it to win it, this shit is not a game\n[00:11.67] Get in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang, bang\n[00:15.32] Max B, nigga, I came to bring the pain\n[00:17.43] I dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game\n[00:20.43] I'm a street nigga\n[00:21.88] Nah, dog, not a beef nigga\n[00:24.15] Short sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker\n[00:27.09] That was just a whole clip I released in ya\n[00:30.04] Let the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya\n[00:32.79] I pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em\n[00:35.77] I spray for his face, Lord, keep the meat in 'em\n[00:38.78] That boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em\n[00:41.58] But can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?\n[00:44.60] You was the shit, where all your spark go?\n[00:47.23] First round, and still on the bench like Darko, uh\n[00:50.47] Fuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal\n[00:53.16] Hop in the Cadillac Escape with your cargo, uh\n[00:56.36] Fuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show\n[00:58.81] Show you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt\n[01:02.24] I don't like you, but I'm feelin' your moms, though\n[01:04.82] Take one of her kidneys and sell it to Alonzo\n[01:07.67] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:10.01] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[01:13.05] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:16.48] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[01:18.94] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:22.39] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[01:24.75] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[01:27.76] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[01:31.21] How many niggas you know get the hemp through?\n[01:34.48] Max ain't that nigga you just skim through\n[01:37.27] Throw the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs too\n[01:40.29] Drop my CD the same day as Pimp Juice\n[01:43.11] Block like the car show, bring your Bent through\n[01:46.00] Bring the haze and the Rémy and the friend too, yeah\n[01:49.52] I let the strap on the inf loose\n[01:51.69] Used to be 7:30, now a nigga ten-to\n[01:54.66] Yeah, I take your girl from you, doggy\n[01:57.32] The one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy\n[02:00.53] Hop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex\n[02:03.35] Treat her like dirt, then I start dockin' her paychecks, yeah\n[02:07.30] I'm the black Ben Affleck\n[02:09.21] Music, movies, I live in the fast track\n[02:12.44] All I need is a O and I'm lax with that\n[02:15.40] I could fall off, get back on the map with that\n[02:18.34] Take your dame, take her back to the track with that\n[02:20.82] And make her grind 'til the back of her back'll crack, yeah\n[02:24.97] I'm a hustler, baby\n[02:26.62] And I could never hate, I got love for your babies\n[02:29.13] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:32.52] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[02:35.03] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:38.31] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[02:40.95] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:44.28] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[02:46.70] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[02:50.18] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[02:52.68] It's the young city slicker\n[02:54.75] Flows gritty and quicker\n[02:56.24] Flow silly and sicker\n[02:57.69] Hoes pretty and thicker\n[02:59.34] I could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her\n[03:02.11] Knock the weed off, come back, get her to lick her\n[03:04.99] I could get her to hit ya\n[03:07.65] Squirt before ya guts, I could get her to fix ya\n[03:10.52] Junked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister\n[03:13.42] Thirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh\n[03:16.64] I'm lovin' the bitches, I'm lovin' the game, it's great\n[03:19.58] I'm lovin' the riches, I'm lovin' the fame, it's great\n[03:22.44] I struggle with snitches, they huggin' the game, it's hate\n[03:25.38] These industry niggas is fuckin' the game, it's rape\n[03:28.54] Yeah, I don't do it the same way\n[03:31.14] Fall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way\n[03:34.19] All that, mix it up, 'til that your brain spray\n[03:37.09] Most rap dudes in the game gay\n[03:39.45] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:42.64] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[03:45.31] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:47.93] It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n[03:51.16] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[03:54.25] Eat a dick now, save some for later\n[03:56.95] This is goin' out, to all them haters\n[04:00.30] It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n[04:03.76] Yo, you ready? 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You ready?\n  start_ms: 243760\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: (I don't think they ready)\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 247390\n- text: Gang Green for life\n  start_ms: 247390\n  end_ms: 248560\n- text: Million Dollar Baby 2\n  start_ms: 248560\n  end_ms: 249980\n- text: Max B, DJ Lazy K\n  start_ms: 249980\n  end_ms: 253070\n- text: Four black\n  start_ms: 253070\n  end_ms: 254630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254630\nplain: |-\n  The fuck is y'all niggas so scared about?\n  We kill a cocksucker, we don't care about\n  The cops wanna know y'all whereabouts, nope\n  We in it to win it, this shit is not a game\n  Get in the way of the thing, I'ma aim it at your brain, bang, bang\n  Max B, nigga, I came to bring the pain\n  I dare a nigga to call my bluff if he think it's a game\n\n  I'm a street nigga\n  Nah, dog, not a beef nigga\n\n  Short sleeves, help me reach for the piece quicker\n  That was just a whole clip I released in ya\n  Let the G4 skeet 'til the fleet's in ya\n  I pray for his hate, Lord, keep the peace in 'em\n  I spray for his face, Lord, keep the meat in 'em\n  That boy Max got a lot of treats in 'em\n  But can he make the transition with the streets in 'em?\n  You was the shit, where all your spark go?\n  First round, and still on the bench like Darko, uh\n\n  Fuck with me, I put your face in the charcoal\n  Hop in the Cadillac Escape with your cargo, uh\n\n  Fuck a car show, I'll give you a gun show\n  Show you how the guns work, show you how the guns squirt\n  I don't like you, but I'm feelin' your moms, though\n  Take one of her kidneys and sell it to Alonzo\n\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\n  How many niggas you know get the hemp through?\n  Max ain't that nigga you just skim through\n  Throw the emblem on the sweats and the Timbs too\n  Drop my CD the same day as Pimp Juice\n  Block like the car show, bring your Bent through\n\n  Bring the haze and the Rémy and the friend too, yeah\n  I let the strap on the inf loose\n  Used to be 7:30, now a nigga ten-to\n  Yeah, I take your girl from you, doggy\n  The one that put the Gucci and the Perla on you, doggy\n  Hop in the grey Lex, top it with great sex\n  Treat her like dirt, then I start dockin' her paychecks, yeah\n\n  I'm the black Ben Affleck\n  Music, movies, I live in the fast track\n  All I need is a O and I'm lax with that\n  I could fall off, get back on the map with that\n  Take your dame, take her back to the track with that\n  And make her grind 'til the back of her back'll crack, yeah\n\n  I'm a hustler, baby\n  And I could never hate, I got love for your babies\n\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\n  It's the young city slicker\n  Flows gritty and quicker\n  Flow silly and sicker\n  Hoes pretty and thicker\n\n  I could breeze off, come back, get her to lick her\n  Knock the weed off, come back, get her to lick her\n  I could get her to hit ya\n  Squirt before ya guts, I could get her to fix ya\n  Junked it on her butt, tryna get in her sister\n  Thirst for a cup, I'ma get her to pitcher, uh\n  I'm lovin' the bitches, I'm lovin' the game, it's great\n  I'm lovin' the riches, I'm lovin' the fame, it's great\n  I struggle with snitches, they huggin' the game, it's hate\n  These industry niggas is fuckin' the game, it's rape\n\n  Yeah, I don't do it the same way\n  Fall back, switch it up, or do it the gang way\n  All that, mix it up, 'til that your brain spray\n  Most rap dudes in the game gay\n\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  Eat a dick now, save some for later\n  This is goin' out, to all them haters\n  It's impossible to stop Max Paper, oww\n\n  Yo, you ready? You ready? You ready?\n  (I don't think they ready)\n  Gang Green for life\n  Million Dollar Baby 2\n  Max B, DJ Lazy K\n  Four black\n"},{"id":38379411,"name":"Fif in Yo Mouth","trackName":"Fif in Yo Mouth","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Public Domain (Million Dollar Baby Radio)","duration":129.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't tryna battle rap\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nI ain't tryna be ya homie\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou's a cream puff nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou just seem tough nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n\nYo\nWe all know who possesses the hottest flows\nRobbery ones, homocide and possessions of dem hoes\nSo much smoke, it's embedded up in the clothes\nThese niggaz is trash, who better than dem stroll\nWho better with the flow\n2-headed for ya nose\nFuck the pussy, hard from the back, it's better for dem hoes\nYou seen the band, seen the leather, and the stroves\nKick in ya do' with the.4 and put seven in ya 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Max B","albumName":"City of God","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My momma tell me i always had the potential/\nto be the head nigga in charge/\nlook at ya boy now mommy ima star/\naint cha proud of ya nigga?/\njesus gave me a gift and everytime the labels give me a quarter i can deliver/\ni told stro get da clips and order em bigger/\nthey be gettin out of line dont fuck wit all ov dem niggas/\ndem niggas greezy and they playin for keeps/\nscared to make the transition rather stay in the streets/ naw i be on top gettin all the riches/\nclubbin big jet skiing and hitting all the bitches/\nthen come back through the hood and kick it wit da fellas/\nspittin bars on the corner we kick em accapella/\nnigga you fuckin wit a felon/\nput somethin in ya melon/\nwanna pop at ya'll asses but i know u niggas tellin/\nya mutha fuckas drop albums but ya aint sellin/\nim the most anticipated the most???\n\nits the million dollar baby/\nim the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\nits the million dollar baby/\nyou gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/\nits the million dollar baby/\nI'm the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\nits the million dollar baby/\nu gonna love max b when u hear that sound...\nand i aint even know\n\ngot a lot of niggas mad at the dips/\nstartin to feel a little jet lag from the trip/\ncapo did it first now watch biggaveli evolve/\nnigga fuck ya moms/\nlet the infa lasor ahead like fuckin cd-rom/them niggas they got it good/\nu mother fuckas is scarry/\ni can walk around ya hood wit a million dollars in jewelry/\ni told u over and over i was the shit\n/and way before the record deal i was up in ya bitch/\ni send some goonies to clap at cha thugs for me/\nthe coupes fruity we back up wit drug money\n/i leave the back of ya mug runny/\nif i dont do it big now its back to the slums for me/\nnaw nigga max is guarantee/when i die bury me with a 50 bag of weed/\ngot guns that will run through any calvary/leave you flee stretched dead bleedin in agony\nyea\n\nits the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/its the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love max b when you hear that sound... and i aint even know\n\nThanks to maxbfan","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Million Dollar Baby\n  artist: Jim Jones feat. 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Max B.","albumName":"City Of God","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My momma tell me i always had the potential/\nto be the head nigga in charge/\nlook at ya boy now mommy ima star/\naint cha proud of ya nigga?/\njesus gave me a gift and everytime the labels give me a quarter i can deliver/\ni told stro get da clips and order em bigger/\nthey be gettin out of line dont fuck wit all ov dem niggas/\ndem niggas greezy and they playin for keeps/\nscared to make the transition rather stay in the streets/ naw i be on top gettin all the riches/\nclubbin big jet skiing and hitting all the bitches/\nthen come back through the hood and kick it wit da fellas/\nspittin bars on the corner we kick em accapella/\nnigga you fuckin wit a felon/\nput somethin in ya melon/\nwanna pop at ya'll asses but i know u niggas tellin/\nya mutha fuckas drop albums but ya aint sellin/\nim the most anticipated the most???\n\nits the million dollar baby/\nim the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\nits the million dollar baby/\nyou gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/\nits the million dollar baby/\nI'm the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\nits the million dollar baby/\nu gonna love max b when u hear that sound...\nand i aint even know\n\ngot a lot of niggas mad at the dips/\nstartin to feel a little jet lag from the trip/\ncapo did it first now watch biggaveli evolve/\nnigga fuck ya moms/\nlet the infa lasor ahead like fuckin cd-rom/them niggas they got it good/\nu mother fuckas is scarry/\ni can walk around ya hood wit a million dollars in jewelry/\ni told u over and over i was the shit\n/and way before the record deal i was up in ya bitch/\ni send some goonies to clap at cha thugs for me/\nthe coupes fruity we back up wit drug money\n/i leave the back of ya mug runny/\nif i dont do it big now its back to the slums for me/\nnaw nigga max is guarantee/when i die bury me with a 50 bag of weed/\ngot guns that will run through any calvary/leave you flee stretched dead bleedin in agony\nyea\n\nits the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/its the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love max b when you hear that sound... and i aint even know\n\nThanks to maxbfan","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Million Dollar Baby\n  artist: Jim Jones ft. Max B.\n  album: City Of God\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My momma tell me i always had the potential/\n  to be the head nigga in charge/\n  look at ya boy now mommy ima star/\n  aint cha proud of ya nigga?/\n  jesus gave me a gift and everytime the labels give me a quarter i can deliver/\n  i told stro get da clips and order em bigger/\n  they be gettin out of line dont fuck wit all ov dem niggas/\n  dem niggas greezy and they playin for keeps/\n  scared to make the transition rather stay in the streets/ naw i be on top gettin all the riches/\n  clubbin big jet skiing and hitting all the bitches/\n  then come back through the hood and kick it wit da fellas/\n  spittin bars on the corner we kick em accapella/\n  nigga you fuckin wit a felon/\n  put somethin in ya melon/\n  wanna pop at ya'll asses but i know u niggas tellin/\n  ya mutha fuckas drop albums but ya aint sellin/\n  im the most anticipated the most???\n\n  its the million dollar baby/\n  im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\n  its the million dollar baby/\n  you gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/\n  its the million dollar baby/\n  I'm the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/\n  its the million dollar baby/\n  u gonna love max b when u hear that sound...\n  and i aint even know\n\n  got a lot of niggas mad at the dips/\n  startin to feel a little jet lag from the trip/\n  capo did it first now watch biggaveli evolve/\n  nigga fuck ya moms/\n  let the infa lasor ahead like fuckin cd-rom/them niggas they got it good/\n  u mother fuckas is scarry/\n  i can walk around ya hood wit a million dollars in jewelry/\n  i told u over and over i was the shit\n  /and way before the record deal i was up in ya bitch/\n  i send some goonies to clap at cha thugs for me/\n  the coupes fruity we back up wit drug money\n  /i leave the back of ya mug runny/\n  if i dont do it big now its back to the slums for me/\n  naw nigga max is guarantee/when i die bury me with a 50 bag of weed/\n  got guns that will run through any calvary/leave you flee stretched dead bleedin in agony\n  yea\n\n  its the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love gain greene when u hear that sound/its the million dollar baby/im the diamond in the dirt and i aint been found/its the million dollar baby/u gonna love max b when you hear that sound... and i aint even know\n\n  Thanks to maxbfan\n"},{"id":30690741,"name":"Why You Do That","trackName":"Why You Do That","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Out On Bond (2 Million Dollar Baby) Bootleg","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why you do that? (It's that wave, it's that wave)\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nDoin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass\nLight the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas\nNow I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota\nGot my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola\nShe don't panic at all, my baby play it cool\nIt don't matter police and all she spraying the tool\nIt was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis\nShe stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius\nWhatchu give me credit for? Baby I ain't shit\n270 for a pound baby that ain't piff\nBiggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool\nRaid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food\nBut the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy\nWit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch Pirellis\nBaby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit\n'Til she busted me wit another bitch\nAnd she said\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nGot the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot\nGot the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe\nI make it rain on ya stoop\n40s, 20s and dimes\nThey used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine\nWe get money\nIn the grind\nWe did it easy, no frontin'\nAnd did it in a way when niggas couldn't see me coming\nBetter duck when niggas is gunnin'\nOf course y'all sure to rat\nI don't know what they told you, boss don do it big\nCapo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas\nSee him live up wit a bottle, he on top of the speakers\nMe I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit\nWife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit\nAnd I don't worry, these hoes and bitches they love us\nEvery other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us\nThey fuck us and then they trust us\nHave them head over heels\n'Til you leave them in pain she said you don't know how it feels\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\nNow these labels they want me, they say I got what it take\nSaid I should be in the stu', instead of popping the eight\nNigga my topic is the cake\nJewelry, bitches, and cars\nDoin' it big wit all my niggas popping cris' in the bars\nI fuck wit the stars\nYou can catch me out in Cali\nLookin' for Caucasian bitches wit titties and a fatty\nNow I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view\nWindows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view\nBitch nigga I dare you, to shorten my cheese\nOnly money, music and family important to me\nBaby you talking to me?\n\"\"How you doin' Maxy\"\"\nHad me in the club blowin my' stacks\nShe said\nWhy you do that?\nI said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\nWhy you do that?\nShe said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\nWhy you do that?\nI tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\nWhy you do that?\nV-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Why You Do That\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Out On Bond (2 Million Dollar Baby) Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why you do that? (It's that wave, it's that wave)\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n  Doin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass\n  Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas\n  Now I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota\n  Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola\n  She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool\n  It don't matter police and all she spraying the tool\n  It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis\n  She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius\n  Whatchu give me credit for? Baby I ain't shit\n  270 for a pound baby that ain't piff\n  Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool\n  Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food\n  But the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy\n  Wit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch Pirellis\n  Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit\n  'Til she busted me wit another bitch\n  And she said\n  Why you do that?\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n  Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot\n  Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe\n  I make it rain on ya stoop\n  40s, 20s and dimes\n  They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine\n  We get money\n  In the grind\n  We did it easy, no frontin'\n  And did it in a way when niggas couldn't see me coming\n  Better duck when niggas is gunnin'\n  Of course y'all sure to rat\n  I don't know what they told you, boss don do it big\n  Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas\n  See him live up wit a bottle, he on top of the speakers\n  Me I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit\n  Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit\n  And I don't worry, these hoes and bitches they love us\n  Every other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us\n  They fuck us and then they trust us\n  Have them head over heels\n  'Til you leave them in pain she said you don't know how it feels\n  Why you do that?\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n  Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take\n  Said I should be in the stu', instead of popping the eight\n  Nigga my topic is the cake\n  Jewelry, bitches, and cars\n  Doin' it big wit all my niggas popping cris' in the bars\n  I fuck wit the stars\n  You can catch me out in Cali\n  Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit titties and a fatty\n  Now I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view\n  Windows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view\n  Bitch nigga I dare you, to shorten my cheese\n  Only money, music and family important to me\n  Baby you talking to me?\n  \"\"How you doin' Maxy\"\"\n  Had me in the club blowin my' stacks\n  She said\n  Why you do that?\n  I said I'm sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charly baby\n  Why you do that?\n  She said don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies\n  Why you do that?\n  I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn't listen\n  Why you do that?\n  V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening\n"},{"id":30022822,"name":"Bang Bang Boogie","trackName":"Bang Bang Boogie","artistName":"Max B.","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus:\nNow come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\nMake you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\nI can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\nI can Coupe you mami with no dough\nNow up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\nWe bang bang, we boogie to the beat\nMy thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches\nIt's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\nVerse 1\nYou say fuck me? I feel the same way about you bitch\nNiggaz made you bitch and now you act like this\nWell get yo' head out yo' ass nigga\nSpent six cash, left the rest in the stash nigga\nI sport Coupes, let the thang rip\nI'm waterproof when the rain hit\nHit ya main bitch, I'm Boss Gain\nThe right side the Bent', the left side is the Porsche lane\nFire with fire we fightin', time to retire to ya mic and\nShe ridin' the pipe, mami she like it, she psychic\nAnd she like to play on the Sidekick\nA guarantee you gon' like this\nI ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max is the nicest\nG4 on and all types of devices\nYellow-green studs, all types a premises\nBaby come here, come holla, I'm all about that dolla\nChorus:\nNow come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\nMake you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\nI can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\nI can Coupe you mami with no dough\nNow up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\nWe bang bang, we boogie to the beat\nMy thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches\nIt's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\nVerse 2:\nChop up a nice, big 8th for this\nFiends be lickin' the plates to it\nAnd the bitches, they finger themselves up\nThe lil' niggaz eat instead he bringin' them shells up\nI keep the jails up, get Biggavel' on your album\nI had spunk, I can get ya sales up\nCome and fuck wit' ya man\nI'll get you in loops, get you a extra couple of grand\nI let it splash from the mac milli\nWho got the most swag on the wax, really?\nWho got the most bags, better ask Nitti\nI'ma hit you with the jab if you act silly\nI ain't tryna put this game in a chokehold\nTryna see how much caine can a boat hold\nYou can get a reign if the coke slow\nYou can get a Range from the dope flow\nYou a slowpoke, catch up nigga\nI'ma dump it in ya chest, best vest up nigga\nI'm a beast big, Biggavel' streets big\nFly nigga, got more sneaks than the Heats nig'\nChorus:\nNow come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\nMake you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\nI can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\nI can Coupe you mami with no dough\nNow up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\nWe bang bang, we boogie to the beat\nMy thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches\nIt's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\nVerse 3:\nYou ain't seen a nigga with my stature\nPlaytime's over when the cops come and catch ya\nI ain't have a Jag nor a Rover\nWe was stuck in the hood, had the cab all over\nHad the bags all over the floor, Pits ate 'em up\nHigh off the residue he, tried to wake him up\nTime to scrape 'em up\nI trick six on a off day, hit the block for a hour and I can make it up\nMy bitches cook and clean cuz my hooks is mean\nYoung Boss Don pimp, I'm a hooker's dream\nI took the Beam for a spin\nPray to the lord, get on my knees if I see 'em\nSpray at ya fort, get off money, then I grin\nWho popped ya, you niggaz live life of imposters\nI'm on your roof wit' a chopper\nIt's like taking candy from a baby, all the food in ya locker\nChorus:\nNow come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\nMake you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\nI can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\nI can Coupe you mami with no dough\nNow up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\nWe bang bang, we boogie to the beat\nMy thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches\nIt's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang Bang Boogie\n  artist: Max B.\n  album: Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus:\n  Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\n  Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\n  I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\n  I can Coupe you mami with no dough\n  Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\n  We bang bang, we boogie to the beat\n  My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches\n  It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\n  Verse 1\n  You say fuck me? I feel the same way about you bitch\n  Niggaz made you bitch and now you act like this\n  Well get yo' head out yo' ass nigga\n  Spent six cash, left the rest in the stash nigga\n  I sport Coupes, let the thang rip\n  I'm waterproof when the rain hit\n  Hit ya main bitch, I'm Boss Gain\n  The right side the Bent', the left side is the Porsche lane\n  Fire with fire we fightin', time to retire to ya mic and\n  She ridin' the pipe, mami she like it, she psychic\n  And she like to play on the Sidekick\n  A guarantee you gon' like this\n  I ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max is the nicest\n  G4 on and all types of devices\n  Yellow-green studs, all types a premises\n  Baby come here, come holla, I'm all about that dolla\n  Chorus:\n  Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\n  Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\n  I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\n  I can Coupe you mami with no dough\n  Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\n  We bang bang, we boogie to the beat\n  My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches\n  It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\n  Verse 2:\n  Chop up a nice, big 8th for this\n  Fiends be lickin' the plates to it\n  And the bitches, they finger themselves up\n  The lil' niggaz eat instead he bringin' them shells up\n  I keep the jails up, get Biggavel' on your album\n  I had spunk, I can get ya sales up\n  Come and fuck wit' ya man\n  I'll get you in loops, get you a extra couple of grand\n  I let it splash from the mac milli\n  Who got the most swag on the wax, really?\n  Who got the most bags, better ask Nitti\n  I'ma hit you with the jab if you act silly\n  I ain't tryna put this game in a chokehold\n  Tryna see how much caine can a boat hold\n  You can get a reign if the coke slow\n  You can get a Range from the dope flow\n  You a slowpoke, catch up nigga\n  I'ma dump it in ya chest, best vest up nigga\n  I'm a beast big, Biggavel' streets big\n  Fly nigga, got more sneaks than the Heats nig'\n  Chorus:\n  Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\n  Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\n  I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\n  I can Coupe you mami with no dough\n  Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\n  We bang bang, we boogie to the beat\n  My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches\n  It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\n  Verse 3:\n  You ain't seen a nigga with my stature\n  Playtime's over when the cops come and catch ya\n  I ain't have a Jag nor a Rover\n  We was stuck in the hood, had the cab all over\n  Had the bags all over the floor, Pits ate 'em up\n  High off the residue he, tried to wake him up\n  Time to scrape 'em up\n  I trick six on a off day, hit the block for a hour and I can make it up\n  My bitches cook and clean cuz my hooks is mean\n  Young Boss Don pimp, I'm a hooker's dream\n  I took the Beam for a spin\n  Pray to the lord, get on my knees if I see 'em\n  Spray at ya fort, get off money, then I grin\n  Who popped ya, you niggaz live life of imposters\n  I'm on your roof wit' a chopper\n  It's like taking candy from a baby, all the food in ya locker\n  Chorus:\n  Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?\n  Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa\n  I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami\n  I can Coupe you mami with no dough\n  Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie\n  We bang bang, we boogie to the beat\n  My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches\n  It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets\n"},{"id":32658421,"name":"Osama","trackName":"Osama","artistName":"Max B.","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Osama, we coming\nOsama, we coming\nI think everyday about them Towers\nOsama, we coming\nOsama, we coming for you\n\nYeah, it could've been me dog\nBut I was laid up on the big cash shores\nThe fuck this nigga at, the fuck he hiding for\nWe could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store\nBox him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for him\nTurn the nigga to million dollar reward for him\nWho all for him, nigga eat a dick\nThat shit was too close to home, I think I need a fix\nShit, I take a long stroll through the rain\nTake a couple squares, two totes for the pain\nFew spokes in the Range\nLlama in the jam sport\nYou made it hot, you made it harder to transport\nGram goin' to fam court, fightin' child support\nBiggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughts\nLet the town know I'm a pick out the sport\nLet the pound go, I'm a kick down your door","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Osama\n  artist: Max B.\n  album: Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)\n  duration_ms: 126000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Osama, we coming\n  Osama, we coming\n  I think everyday about them Towers\n  Osama, we coming\n  Osama, we coming for you\n\n  Yeah, it could've been me dog\n  But I was laid up on the big cash shores\n  The fuck this nigga at, the fuck he hiding for\n  We could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store\n  Box him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for him\n  Turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him\n  Who all for him, nigga eat a dick\n  That shit was too close to home, I think I need a fix\n  Shit, I take a long stroll through the rain\n  Take a couple squares, two totes for the pain\n  Few spokes in the Range\n  Llama in the jam sport\n  You made it hot, you made it harder to transport\n  Gram goin' to fam court, fightin' child support\n  Biggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughts\n  Let the town know I'm a pick out the sport\n  Let the pound go, I'm a kick down your door\n"},{"id":26071982,"name":"Deez My Streets","trackName":"Deez My Streets","artistName":"Max B.","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)","duration":249.469388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Deez my streets, deez my corners\nFuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\nBullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\nJeeps run up on ya\nPeeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\nMomdukers, popdukes,\nDress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\nYour wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\nDon't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\nWhere the fuck is my bread, where it at nigga\nMu'fucka, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit)\nFill ya fuckin' ass up with lead\nHeard through the grapevine, you working for the feds\n(That's what I heard dog)\nI'm 'bout to put Harlem on the map\nPop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back\nWe hoggin' in the back\nYou niggas eat real good in the front row while niggas starving in the back\nWe mobbin in the back\nGun cocked, jewels off, robbin' in the back\nKill a white bitch while she joggin' in the back\nOpen up your mouth, come slob a nigga's sack, bitch\nMax spit hard, the nigga rap\nSawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clap\nAll off hot one, dissolve a nigga fat\nAll off hot ones, resolve a nigga's ass\nYeah, talk to 'em nigga\nDeez my streets, deez my corners\nFuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\nBullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\nJeeps run up on ya\nPeeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\nMomdukers, popdukes,\nDress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\nYour wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\nDon't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\nI gets high and abusive\nGot a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use it\nWe kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off me\nSlap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffee\nI got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me\nWill he ever get up the gall and try to off me\nI ain't waiting on this nigga to do me\nI'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie\nOne in his head on the roof\nThe god blow back and kick bread on the stoop\nInfrared on your shoot\nLittle small dots be resemblin' the circus\nDissembling your surface\nI don't know which emblem to purchase\nI'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton's\nAnd all my lil' niggas is deices\nStrap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct\nDeez my streets, deez my corners\nFuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\nBullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\nJeeps run up on ya\nPeeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\nMomdukers, popdukes,\nDress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\nYour wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\nDon't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\nNiggas saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped\nNigga our gun talk\nCop drops from cocaine rocks\nGun spark, Glock cocked, burners from Bangkok\nTurn your mink into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)\nI'm a fan on the low, I like dudes\nFloss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes\nI can't predict my future\nBut before I go back to the pen my bitch'll shoot ya\nI don't mean to confuse ya\nYou got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)\nYou got a good song, think you the bomb\nDogs I'll defuse ya\nPost up with the ball, back down and use ya\nPost up with the .4, clap clowns, abuse 'em\nGat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em\nNigga we'll lose ya (yeah)\nKeep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler\nHolla back, yes\nDeez my streets, deez my corners\nFuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\nBullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\nJeeps run up on ya\nPeeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\nMomdukers, popdukes,\nDress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\nYour wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\nDon't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\nYeah, tried to warn you niggas man\nNow y'all gotta learn the hard way\nFuck it, 'bout to just take this shit all off\nY'all can't stop me nigga\nYour Boss Don Biggaveli\nYou niggas fall back\nGang Greene, Byrdgang bitch\nLet's get this money\nThe game is all mines man\nAll mine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deez My Streets\n  artist: Max B.\n  album: Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)\n  duration_ms: 249469\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Deez my streets, deez my corners\n  Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\n  Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\n  Jeeps run up on ya\n  Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\n  Momdukers, popdukes,\n  Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\n  Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\n  Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\n  Where the fuck is my bread, where it at nigga\n  Mu'fucka, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit)\n  Fill ya fuckin' ass up with lead\n  Heard through the grapevine, you working for the feds\n  (That's what I heard dog)\n  I'm 'bout to put Harlem on the map\n  Pop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back\n  We hoggin' in the back\n  You niggas eat real good in the front row while niggas starving in the back\n  We mobbin in the back\n  Gun cocked, jewels off, robbin' in the back\n  Kill a white bitch while she joggin' in the back\n  Open up your mouth, come slob a nigga's sack, bitch\n  Max spit hard, the nigga rap\n  Sawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clap\n  All off hot one, dissolve a nigga fat\n  All off hot ones, resolve a nigga's ass\n  Yeah, talk to 'em nigga\n  Deez my streets, deez my corners\n  Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\n  Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\n  Jeeps run up on ya\n  Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\n  Momdukers, popdukes,\n  Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\n  Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\n  Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\n  I gets high and abusive\n  Got a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use it\n  We kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off me\n  Slap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffee\n  I got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me\n  Will he ever get up the gall and try to off me\n  I ain't waiting on this nigga to do me\n  I'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie\n  One in his head on the roof\n  The god blow back and kick bread on the stoop\n  Infrared on your shoot\n  Little small dots be resemblin' the circus\n  Dissembling your surface\n  I don't know which emblem to purchase\n  I'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton's\n  And all my lil' niggas is deices\n  Strap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct\n  Deez my streets, deez my corners\n  Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\n  Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\n  Jeeps run up on ya\n  Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\n  Momdukers, popdukes,\n  Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\n  Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\n  Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\n  Niggas saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped\n  Nigga our gun talk\n  Cop drops from cocaine rocks\n  Gun spark, Glock cocked, burners from Bangkok\n  Turn your mink into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)\n  I'm a fan on the low, I like dudes\n  Floss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes\n  I can't predict my future\n  But before I go back to the pen my bitch'll shoot ya\n  I don't mean to confuse ya\n  You got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)\n  You got a good song, think you the bomb\n  Dogs I'll defuse ya\n  Post up with the ball, back down and use ya\n  Post up with the .4, clap clowns, abuse 'em\n  Gat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em\n  Nigga we'll lose ya (yeah)\n  Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler\n  Holla back, yes\n  Deez my streets, deez my corners\n  Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner\n  Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna\n  Jeeps run up on ya\n  Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya\n  Momdukers, popdukes,\n  Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya\n  Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya\n  Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya\n  Yeah, tried to warn you niggas man\n  Now y'all gotta learn the hard way\n  Fuck it, 'bout to just take this shit all off\n  Y'all can't stop me nigga\n  Your Boss Don Biggaveli\n  You niggas fall back\n  Gang Greene, Byrdgang bitch\n  Let's get this money\n  The game is all mines man\n  All mine\n"},{"id":28553190,"name":"Fif In Yo Mouth","trackName":"Fif In Yo Mouth","artistName":"Max B.","albumName":"Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)","duration":129.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't tryna battle rap\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nI ain't tryna be ya homie\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou's a cream puff nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou just seem tough nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n\nYo\nWe all know who possesses the hottest flows\nRobbery ones, homocide and possessions of dem hoes\nSo much smoke, it's embedded up in the clothes\nThese niggaz is trash, who better than dem stroll\nWho better with the flow\n2-headed for ya nose\nFuck the pussy, hard from the back, it's better for dem hoes\nYou seen the band, seen the leather, and the stroves\nKick in ya do' with the.4 and put seven in ya clothes\nWe flood the hood with the wet and a lotta pounds\nEveryday niggaz let off a lotta rounds\nYeah, and you muthafuckas is clowns\nWhen it come to this rap shit, who got the better sound\nI know you wanted this comin', I know you waitin'\nI know you anticipatin' the big sensation\nGuns, money, drugs is my occupation\nI'll meet you up on the other side, I'll be waitin'\n\nI ain't tryna battle rap\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nI ain't tryna be ya homie\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou's a cream puff nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\nYou just seem tough nigga\nI'm a put the fif' in ya mouth","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fif In Yo Mouth\n  artist: Max B.\n  album: Million Dollar Baby Radio (Hosted By Big Mike)\n  duration_ms: 129000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't tryna battle rap\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  I ain't tryna be ya homie\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  You's a cream puff nigga\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  You just seem tough nigga\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n\n  Yo\n  We all know who possesses the hottest flows\n  Robbery ones, homocide and possessions of dem hoes\n  So much smoke, it's embedded up in the clothes\n  These niggaz is trash, who better than dem stroll\n  Who better with the flow\n  2-headed for ya nose\n  Fuck the pussy, hard from the back, it's better for dem hoes\n  You seen the band, seen the leather, and the stroves\n  Kick in ya do' with the.4 and put seven in ya clothes\n  We flood the hood with the wet and a lotta pounds\n  Everyday niggaz let off a lotta rounds\n  Yeah, and you muthafuckas is clowns\n  When it come to this rap shit, who got the better sound\n  I know you wanted this comin', I know you waitin'\n  I know you anticipatin' the big sensation\n  Guns, money, drugs is my occupation\n  I'll meet you up on the other side, I'll be waitin'\n\n  I ain't tryna battle rap\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  I ain't tryna be ya homie\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  You's a cream puff nigga\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n  You just seem tough nigga\n  I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth\n"}]