Max B - Picture Me Rollin Lyrics
(I walk the streets alone) It's a priviledge(I walk the streets alone)Suttin' you can't do babyThat's another topic, let's give it to 'em[Verse 1:]Them niggaz need to hit me with my gripI want it now, I'm a ride on these *****es till I get itI'm comin' down to the studio, we know where ya be, you can hide, but you can't runGet that ***** from me, here her man comeJealous like a little green monsterThese *****es just flashin' money, Maxi I really want yaI just wanna start a lil' familay*****, what ya talkin' 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and ya mother can't stand meCandy, brought her on her birthday***** is the PD3, niggaz is gettin' thirstayLip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it outShe said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it outAll my niggaz hoodied out, hooded upNow whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enoughShorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitchin' manGot me duckin' the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn[Chorus:]Just let me live my life with' you(Just let me live my life with' you)I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, ooooohLil' nigga you just mad I won't write with' youOwwwwYou ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let goOwwwwPicture me rollin'[Verse 2:]I be speakin' to my brotherHe told me keep the pressure on these niggaz, never trust 'emThey test you, mutha***** 'emNigga Gida gettin' big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel'...Watch them niggaz you with", then he lit up a LGotta give 'em that, Bigga mannin' up, nigga bounced backGain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce backSee the boy finally on his shit, he so handsomeMomma, she in love with' her grandsonLove his chubby cheeks and his nice skinLookin' like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a babyMaybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa wasOnly *****s with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzzLemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streetsNigga don't sleep, runnin' from the policeO.G. told me, step on niggaz, had to get to the topNigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop[Chorus]Picture me rollin' babyBoss Don Biggavel', oh manShout ot my boy, Yung Los, on the beatMusical genius, yeahIt's Gain Greene babyDomain Pain, art of lip singin'So wavy, gotta love it, Oww
