All My Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Max B] I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale It's quarters, we got yola don't be mentioning that mail When that brick come back I ....yell See now we can flip these O's, ain't the quantity its quality He's a hot commodity, he got knocked for robbery Came home a new man, got the city on this loopy shit Greasy get that hoopty quick, he gon' make me shoot this shit Nigga they ain't been hot since I blessed the game with G's up Nigga won't lift my sleeves up Baby come lick my penis, Bigga he make me cum Max know sluts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna Out that cut gotta get that Bama (Bama) These niggas just take me light till they laying in a coma I come play in California, oww [Chorus] All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do? All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do? [Verse 2: Mack Mustard] Niggas out they mind, even mentioning the team name I'll scrape Gay R, he copping fifths when the team gain Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet Ain't kill a nigga yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes Stuck with seeds and niggas pet, we get seed out the set I'll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the nigga rep Wherever the nigga step- Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel When Gay R body hard, they telling your man chill He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill Niggas with ram kills, give a fuck how your man feel Ya niggas in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we'll.. Power smoking sour, you'll be dead a couple hours Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling their powders Niggas loving the dour come fuck with this thing of ours [Chorus] All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do? All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do? [Verse 3: Max B] Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate- Send one through that dome of yours While your home watching the Source Awards Fuckers got me pissed, thought she was a fan Bigging up my new PD3, screaming Bigga give me a CD free Bobbing off my shit, you and your main bitch Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug Yeah, he's sure to pop, he is such a work of art He is known to squirt the dart, work the charts Help these bitches get cake, see niggas don't appreciate What I do for the game, fuck the politics Coca got a lot of it, poke it out and polish it Tell them bitches swallow me- Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder shit Average in 2010 on some burger shit Used him for all purposes, used him for all services Wipe you niggas down, look at mama bet she proud of me Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery We need power boy, Dour called Tell me max I got that Sour on, oww oww [Chorus] All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do? All my life I'ma try to hit a lick or two All my life I'ma try to hit a bitch or two All my ice Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me) What you want me to do?