paroles de chanson THEY SAY - Maxo Kream
And
they
say,
"Maxo
a
bitch"
They
say,
"Maxo
a
hoe"
He
got
rich
and
he
dipped
Don't
come
around
no
more
They
say
he
switched
on
his
clique
Yeah,
he
turned
on
his
bros
And
he
ain't
pimpin'
a
bitch
He
out
here
trickin'
on
hoes
He
ain't
flippin'
no
bricks
He
ain't
shippin'
no
buds
Slangin'
grammies
and
nicks
But
he
think
he
the
plug
Like
he
shootin'
up
shit
Like
he
really
a
thug
And
he
ain't
really
a
Crip
He
used
to
be
with
them
Bloods
He
scream
out,
"Hoover
Deuce"
But
he
fuck
with
them
60s
You
ain't
no
ScHoolboy
Q
And
you
ain't
Crippin'
like
Nipsey
He
bet
not
come
to
the
block
Don't
step
a
foot
in
the
set
'Cause
if
he
do,
he
get
rawed
We
strip
his
jewels
off
his
neck
'Cause
he
ain't
totin'
no
Uzis
He
ain't
no
droppin'
no
bodies
He
ain't
poppin'
like
Uzi
He
ain't
icy
like
Yachty
He
been
rappin'
too
damn
long
When
he
droppin'
an
album?
He
put
Playboi
Carti
on
Then
that
nigga
surpassed
him
Cap
rappin'
like
you
trappin'
Hard
and
sellin'
keys
Nigga,
please
You
ain't
a
trapper,
you
just
sellin'
weed
But
let
him
tell
her
he
the
plug
And
he
got
everything
I
heard
he
trickin'
on
a
bitch
He
give
her
everything
That
nigga
just
a
rapper
Fat
Black
bastard
Bitch
ass
nigga
Fuck
you
and
your
daddy
Credit
card
scammin'
That
ain't
shit
to
talk
about
You
fat
rat,
duck
ass
nigga
Shut
your
gap
mouth
(Fuck
Maxo,
you
hear
me?
Crip)
(Fuck
you
Maxo)
(Who
he
think
he
is?)
Must
be
forgettin'
I'm
the
same
one
from
the
trenches
Started
makin'
rap
money,
niggas
started
actin'
different
Sad
nigga
with
this
bag,
I
was
a
broke
happy
nigga
Pocket
watchin'
all
my
spendin'
Said
I'm
dead
wrong
Hate
to
see
me
livin'
They
won't
love
'til
I'm
dead
gone
Yeah,
day
one
niggas
turn
to
killers
Paper
Backwood,
Swishers
Tryna
smoke
me
like
a
damn
bong
Like
we
ain't
send
that
rock
for
paper
totin'
scissors
Told
you
niggas,
work
my
ass
off
So
how
I
owe
you,
nigga?
'Cross
the
globe,
took
you
to
my
shows
Then
bought
bowls
for
niggas
Lou
and
Ghost
died
I
even
tried
to
buy
some
poles
for
niggas
Put
my
cash
on
Instagram
Then
post
it
like
you
stole
it
from
me
'Posed
to
be
my
homie
but
you
Turned
around
and
hoe'd
me
Left
me
by
my
lonely,
I
ain't
stressin'
Bitch,
I'm
straight
Maxo
Kobe,
switch
my
number
Had
to
leave
that
Section
8
I
threw
2-4's
on
my
Lambo
Texas
Forgiatto
plates
I
wasn't
stingy
with
my
cake
I
let
you
have
some
Go
to
jail
and
never
wait
Because
I
paid
the
bail's
bond
Sent
him
upstate
I
buy
them
iPhones
and
some
Samsung
Hurt
me
great
And
I
hate
I
had
to
make
this
damn
song
Daddy
doin'
years,
free
my
brother
Bring
Juu
home
Sheddin'
tears
at
my
Mmadu
Biosah
tombstone
And
they
say,
"Maxo
a
bitch"
They
say,
"Maxo
a
hoe"
He
got
rich
and
he
dipped
Don't
come
around
no
more
They
say
he
switched
on
his
clique
Yeah,
he
turned
on
his
bros
And
he
ain't
pimpin'
a
bitch
He
out
here
trickin'
on
hoes
1 CRIPSTIAN
2 11:59
3 THEY SAY
4 BIG PERSONA (feat. Tyler, The Creator)
5 CEE CEE (feat. Monaleo)
6 CEE CEE (feat. Monaleo)
7 STREETS ALONE (feat. A$AP Rocky)
8 STREETS ALONE (feat. A$AP Rocky)
9 DON'T PLAY WITH SHAWTY ASS
10 LOCAL JOKER
11 WHAT I LOOK LIKE (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
12 WHAT I LOOK LIKE (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
13 FRFR
14 WHOLE LOTTA
15 WORTHLESS
16 GREENER KNOTS
17 MAMA'S PURSE
18 TRIPS
19 BELIEVE (feat. Don Toliver)
20 BELIEVE (feat. Don Toliver)
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