Текст песни Favorite Man - Max B

Scum badies

Yeah
We finally reunited
Don't it feel right (right)
Ain't it fresh to death (yeah)
Ain't it still tight (tight)
Ain't it smooth though (smooth)
On the low, I tell you how much I love you
Kiss you when you go
You see, mama, that's your son (that's your son, mama)
She screaming baby, out the window but he done damn
Shit was sad they gave him one
He ain't need much
He was dead before it hit him
They ain't keep up
I watched a mouth of bad boys 'cause they'll creep up (creep up)
I'm not playing in this game to keep up and I'm running out of tries (yeah)
I'm running out of time (yeah)
Made another tune, played another room
Married the streets young
Skipped 100 moons
Graduated, never made it to the money room (never)
That nigga Bigga can flow so smooth and I'm turning up

That's my favourite song
That's my favourite song
You gone get mad know matter
If I'm right or wrong
Bottle of brown
Still my favourite high, high (high, high)
Running out of tries
Running out of time (yeah)
You heard of him
That's my favourite man (Boss Don Biggavel)
I'm down with them
That's my favourite band (EMG)
I reps my bread, the lord knows
How hard I try (try)
Running out of tries
Running out of time, yeah
You on that baby