Testo Mama Maxine - Nicholas Craven feat. Boldy James & 218bojay
Testo della canzone Mama Maxine (Nicholas Craven feat. Boldy James & 218bojay), tratta dall'album Trapper’s Alley 3: Hell or High Water
Ooh
Chile, this is my last-
Ooh
Chile, this is my last-
Hundred-strip the long way, this shit can't fit in no money clip
Turn a split to a four-way finna dump the whole 126
Taking penitentiary chances, damn near on the brink of sniffing blow
Riker build and big got more 31 links than a Figaro
Chunking deuces on Spachella
227 don't confuse it with no seven playeristic Cadillac, funky music
This that Hell Block, Kurtis Blow, hully gully rooted
Top sav, before you copy this shit, come hire your junkie tooted
Hundred units, every other month, my niggas running through them
Thumbing through a check, ain't nothing new, kilo my double Cubans
I was only three when I first found out that my uncle's using
Sold dope all my life, if I don't know shit, I know what I'm doing
When it comes to turning one to two, this shit got buddy drooling
Girlie wishing we could jump the broom, but ain't no honeymooning
I be zooming, known to keep that A1 like an understood it
Nigga play with us, going to end up laid up in the trauma unit
Growing up, the shit a nigga seen, it wasn't for no child
Can't count on my hands who I can trust, but I can count on God
Pops had no job but worked with scheduling like nine-to-five
Serving out the soup, hey, red roofing, count no lodge
Waking up for school, when it's syringes all in the living room
Bag and needles, can't say I ain't grew up with no silver spoon
Spot slab boxing, J's standing in a single file
Grandma was my angel, but my mama raised a demon child
Could have half a tick, you know the whip at least worth half a slab
Split a half a brick and bled the strip, ain't need no maxi pad
Mad Max and Beam on the glow stick, blue as the Last Dragon
Judge maxing niggas out, might as well help them pack his bags
Ashy knuckles packing up them teens, strapped up in the bimmer
10K in the bag of Ruffles, since Saint, when it come to ether
Just sake all my ethics, concrete your hard body, no carbon copy replicas
Price range always cheaper than most of my competitors
Roddy asked what you want from the store, told him the register
Grandma pray for me, don't bless me out, shame on the messenger
Can't pray on the weak, no, we the type to pray on the predator
They shot my little brother, hey, house is down from Jessica
Live and living color, Wayne County don't need no editors
Know my life a screenplay, been on for fish scaling, something like a stingray
Just hope a nigga make it out this shit with a clean slate, whatever
Growing up, the shit a nigga seen, it wasn't for no child
Can't count on my hands who I can trust, but I can count on God
Pops had no job but worked with scheduling like nine-to-five
Serving out the soup, hey, red roofing, count no lodge
Waking up for school, when it's syringes all in the living room
Bag and needles, can't say I ain't grew up with no silver spoon
Spot slab boxing, J's standing in a single file
Grandma was my angel, but my mama raised a demon child, Jackson
Grandma was my angel, but my mama raised a demon child
Ooh
Give me your hands before I'm a girl in this club
Ooh
Chile, this is my last-
Ooh
Give me yur hands before I'm a girl in this club
Credits
Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Nicholas Craven, James Clay Jones Iv
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