Dead Solver Lyrics

Max B:

Oh man

It's ya boy Biggavel

You already know what I do

This shit is wavy Dame Grease

This why I fucks with you nigga

Got Mac Mustard with me on this one

That's my guy, I'm not gon' play

I'ma just talk to you niggaz

Uh, Uh

Verse 1

Max B:

Yeah, I'm too much to figure out

Boogers give 'em the beef, I fuck 'em and kick 'em out

Lick 'em out

Bigga, you's a nasty bastard

Lil' nigga showin' off tryna pass me the ratchet, yeah

Got the Hummer toy

Pimp-slap the shit out a bitch, you niggaz is loverboys

I'm the oven boy, all hot to death, Bigga got the temperature

Got the dick hard, slipped it into her

Get ya pitchin' up, old nigga

You can diss anybody but, but no Bigga

He gon' diss you back

He gon' talk about ya momma

Talk about muttin' in her mouth with the Llama

Fuck her with no condom

Get the bitch pregnant, bet she keep it

Daddy got the treatment, baby it's no secret

Nigga you's a disc jockey, never had your wrist rocky at all

Bigga, he too cocky

Oww

Chorus

Max B:

Take a look at my life, they wanna know

How I'm so nice with the flow

I'll take ya life with the 4

When you was right, I fucked ya hoe

Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy

Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy

Baby, daddy need new shoes

Ow Ow

Verse 2

Mac Mustard:

Put ya shit on the gate like a nigga on the pack up

5th grip, it spit and hit any nigga that act up

Hit ya chest, tear ya back up, lift ya back up

DTs calling for backup, my niggaz back up

Yeah we be tearin' his trap up to get this trap up

Punchlines hit liek a mack truck, that nigga Mac tough

Waitin' for me to choke, you could hold ya breathe
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Preparin' these flow in-depth, till there ain't no flowwers left

Some niggaz don't notice yet

Hold the mic like a Tec, spit until the quote is met

Bounce like a lotus yet still niggaz'll fold they set

All them thugs in ya basement scream like a bitch when them slugs penetratin'

There's a reason niggaz hatin'

And here's more to add to the list

It's a dash to the bricks, don't be last in this shit

Make him, shit on his niggaz, straight spazz on his bitch

Your work weak, you niggaz pumpin' trash on the strip

Chorus

Max B:

Take a look at my life, they wanna know

How I'm so nice with the flow

I'll take ya life with the 4

When you was right, I fucked ya hoe

Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy

Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy

Baby, daddy need new shoes

Ow Ow

Verse 3

Max B:

Big machine, big recoil

Whenever it spit, Biggie give ya a detour

Meatball ass bitch, classic Max kick

I'm not your average, this rap shit is a marriage

Know how mad I get, every time I hear this faggot

Lip sing more, still he fuckin' the same whore

After she (what she do?)

Sucked my dick and then pulled off the beanie yo

Wiped her skin clean with ya speedo

We got the Orbit, got the Efferdent, breathmints

Bitch smoke cigs, all this shit is irrelevant

Let's talk about, how you niggaz is girly

Kissin' and makin' up, Bigga, you're breakin' up

You niggaz is fake enough

Knowin' I'm, thousand time better with the flows

I'm the favorite, single weak, hated it

Copped the bootleg then I traded it, get off me man

Used the shit to hold the coffee stand

Ow

Chorus

Max B:

Take a look at my life, they wanna know

How I'm so nice with the flow

I'll take ya life with the 4

When you was right, I fucked ya hoe

Follow me follow me, take a journey with the boy

Oh boy, I see Bigga, he brought another toy

Baby, daddy need new shoes

Ow Ow