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Max Payne
Enphamus
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Turn me up in the headphones, twin
And, nigga, know everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold, nigga
Mansa Musa in the flesh, Golden
Max Payne, Max Payne
Real shooter, he don't need a gun range (bah)
Dick-ridin'-ass nigga
Quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (niggas be gossipin')
Overcast on a Monday
Come to Magic, nigga, make the club rain (throw it, throw it)
Lay it down on the ground
Try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (blatt)
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit
Welcome to the drug game (welcome to the drug game)
Aw, shit, there they go at the door
The nigga better tuck chain (he won't care)
Hе ain't even old enough for a shot
But thе nigga bust brains (baow)
Kill one of mine, go to jail
Get you ate like a mukbang, huh (I'm tellin' you)
Two guns to the head, sex, money, murder
Nigga, what you bang? (blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Big ETG, I'm the biggest urn
Pussy nigga, what you claim? (Golden)
Bet you I crash out like I'm Left Eye
He try to pull a stunt for fame (skrrt)
This shit for the be sold, not told, nigga
But I'm givin' you the game (I'm tellin' you the game)
Max Payne, Max Payne
Real shooter, he don't need a gun range (need a gun range)
Dick-ridin'-ass nigga
Quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (pussy)
Overcast on a Monday
Come to Magic, nigga, make the club rain (throw it, throw it)
Lay it down on the ground
Try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (gon' be a bloodstain)
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit
Welcome to the drug game (welcome to the drug game)
Aw, shit, there they go at the door
The nigga better tuck chain (the nigga better tuck chain, brr)
He ain't even old enough for a shot
But the nigga bust brains (baow, brr)
Kill one of mine, go to jail
Get you ate like a mukbang, huh (throw it, nigga, slime)
Put a quarter ki' on your head (quarter ki')
You know that you're dead, my boy (you know that you're dead, my boy)
We steppin' on niggas like work
We turnin' your partner to murk (yes, sir)
25,000, get him on a shirt (uh)
My junkie on Tony, he goin' berserk (goin' berserk)
He don't pray to God, but he'll kill for the church (kill for the church)
Baptize him, triple cross him the worst (slimeball)
Before I got money, I put in my word (slimeball, put in my work)
Before it was Percs', it was MDMA (MDMA)
Geekin' on Y's and take Xan to the face (yeah)
A double-G gangster, a goon every day
(Double-G gangster, goon every day)
Stick-up for money, it's licks every day (huh?)
You front like a trapper and slimin' your face (slimin' your face)
Give me the money, I'll take off his face
I'm creepin' on niggas, I feel like Max Payne, yeah
Max Payne, Max Payne
Real shooter, he don't need a gun range (bah, slime)
Dick-ridin'-ass nigga
Quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (niggas be gossipin')
Overcast on a Monday
Come to Magic, nigga, make the club rain (throw it, throw it)
Lay it down on the ground
Try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (blatt)
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit
Welcome to the drug game (welcome to the drug game)
Aw, shit, there they go at the door
The nigga better tuck chain (he won't care)
He ain't even old enough for a shot
But the nigga bust brains (baow)
Kill one of mine, go to jail
Get you ate like a mukbang, huh (I'm tellin' you)