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Correct Chase You Home Lyrics
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Correct Chase You Home
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[Intro: Max B] Yeah Nice introduction Matter of fact We don't need no introduction man There's only a couple of niggas that can ride this bomb-ass Grease beat It's Dame Grease wave aye Got the boy Al Pac with me on this one again Got a little classic back with Dame Grease Let's go The Dour [Verse 1: Max B] Tell them loosen up Two hundred I spend on all my drawers Blow up my baby powder and my polo [?] Bitches know me out in Pelham They tell me "Max B I wish that you could put your dick in the package" Got a nigga running with the ratchet Steady trapping them niggas off Nigga we drinking We got that henny oh Got the semi off in my enemies Praying that they die slow Cops are just steady coming We running from the five-oh Yeah them bitches they got nothing on [?] Max This is the truest fucking song [?] Put your [?] Go on to the left Let a nigga grip You know how the bigga get You know how to hit a lick When you [?] beat bread Just bring ham if you need it for the hit Keep a forty by the pillow I'll shoot him in his sleep too All you got to say is where to meet you [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to fuck baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Verse 2: Al Pac] One of the hardest out Smoke like a chimney Birds trying to ride the wave Don't have the remedy I'm sipping on Hennessy Riding on my enemies I'ma be a menace so you niggas ain't getting rid of me Think I can't fuck with whoever Then put your money up Slugs from the fifth Guarantee They'll tear your tummy up Gotti got his money up bitch So I wanted war Niggas get out of line Hit them with the forty-four Gang Green That's the team Bitch we tear the strip up Ten guns flipped up Quick to shoot your whip up Steady clean Looking mean Five-thirty-five high Born well-loved from Compton to Bedstuy Biggavel Young Pac Front to make the gun pop I'm the king of the city These little niggas run blocks If rap don't work, then It's back to the street It's must to go hard on a Dame Grease beat Preach [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to fuck baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Verse 3: Max B] I heard she was a ten And despite of her husband I heard she get it in (she get it in, yeah) Let me tell you niggas how she dipping around the bed She get it around the head I'ma hit you with plenty more Baby girl You ain't give me your all Bigga ain't got no penny for hoes I'll make her do plenty chores In every thirty seconds The remy pours Yeah, give me more Semi soft Daddy need him a rub down Dust down Nigga we putting in Look at the money pile I'm copping they see me in the Beam Nigga squeeze [?] He ain't supposed to have that Fifty stacks down Fuck the cash back Fuck the stash at Biggaveli The class act [?] into the left Look at him go Damn, they let they let the boys run Selling your pussy just like a car girl [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to fuck me baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Outro: Max B] Yeah This is wavy [?] Biggavel Al Pac You know This shit is wavy over here man Know you niggas wish you could do joints like these To [?] We here Aye Al Pac We got 'em baby Weak niggas don't [?] My young gunner better than every nigga over there Yup Shout out to [?] You already know Dame Grease You got another one Baby [?] lip-singing Domain Pain 3 Baby Niggas about to get the dunking Ahh
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