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Currensy – Max Julien lyrics
I see something in you, I could use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah
I’m not a star, but I’m sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wide, word to live right in America muscle
But I’m banging for a feature, that’s my own masseur Michael Rocks
I’ma let my speakers knock, double back make the block
So I complete the scenery
See if it’s worth getting out, doing the lame mingling
Shit’s a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it’s ringling
Brothers, where’s my brothers bitch
Bring em in, round table meeting shit
Distinguished gentlemen
We so fire, you should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more chemship shipping
Never was a henchman, just an underboss attendant kingpin
I don’t need my bones, nah I’m playstation marathon, in the row
Running my bizness from my cellphone
I ain’t never gonna die homie, yeah
I see something in you, I could you use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah
Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit
They made genuine louis vuitons, your lil brother paying it
Don’t know who you fooling up, who you think you playing with
Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here
You gonn stand up all night if you waiting on me to see you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my rodeo babies
Bush of s** fit, brought mama with me to shot town Michigan street
We hit the polo mansion
Before I brought my git, she swiped that car and head them box and bag it,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
I see something in you, I could you use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah x 2
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah
I’m not a star, but I’m sky high
Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride
My mob wide, word to live right in America muscle
But I’m banging for a feature, that’s my own masseur Michael Rocks
I’ma let my speakers knock, double back make the block
So I complete the scenery
See if it’s worth getting out, doing the lame mingling
Shit’s a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it’s ringling
Brothers, where’s my brothers bitch
Bring em in, round table meeting shit
Distinguished gentlemen
We so fire, you should come with an extinguisher
Steady fueling my engine, more chemship shipping
Never was a henchman, just an underboss attendant kingpin
I don’t need my bones, nah I’m playstation marathon, in the row
Running my bizness from my cellphone
I ain’t never gonna die homie, yeah
I see something in you, I could you use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah
Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit
They made genuine louis vuitons, your lil brother paying it
Don’t know who you fooling up, who you think you playing with
Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here
You gonn stand up all night if you waiting on me to see you bitch
These seats reserved for boss ladies, my rodeo babies
Bush of s** fit, brought mama with me to shot town Michigan street
We hit the polo mansion
Before I brought my git, she swiped that car and head them box and bag it,
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
I see something in you, I could you use you mama
Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me loose you mama
This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama
I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them
Yeah I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than
Broke bitches don’t waste time pursuing them, yeah x 2
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