Max B - Tatoos On Her Ass Lyrics
Tatoos on her assTake oneDame Grease, we got 'em babyGot these niggazGot the whole game tryna take us down Al PacYou know it's Vigilante Season man***** this shitSo I'll just give you that waveShout to the Four HorsemenLet's get 'em, uhHook:Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced(Too advanced)How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands(***** you do that, *****ed up now)When my songs come on, they do the dance(Do the dance)*****es tattoo my name on they assVerse 1:YeahThe Vigilante Season is here, so buckle upThe Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker upGet ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gumsMy DVDs be in the slumsLookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weakYou ***** niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seatsRidin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve stepsSqueeze at you niggaz till no shells leftStop it son you not the shit, I'll pop a clipSeen him on YouTube swappin' spitWhat the ***** is that, that's some homo shitI noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shitThat ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the furySend some wolves to get you for your jewelryAsk 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myselfPlayed with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myselfNigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get meThey gon' find ya like Pimp CI don't give a ***** about your bullshit, best to show me where the money beNigga your only 23OwwwHook:Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black(Coupe is black)And I'm never too old, we movin' the cashPlus I piped your broad, how cool is thatShe wanna tattoo my name on her assVerse 2:Nigga I ain't trippin' off this shitI'ma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)Yeah, time to hit Ben BittyThe 2010 BiggieNeed another swiggy, just pour me some Grand CruGot the Codeine, sour make the whores leaveMore fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceshipTaste it, get you niggaz faceliftsGet you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better sparPay for your funeral on my debit cardCop a pine box, you don't want that, babyNiggaz on my dick, screamin' "Wavy"Try to do a splash, now cyclonesThey told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyperNigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the setThey make me wanna squirt the TechOwwwHook:Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks(Doin' tracks)She even gave me couple bucks out ya stashShe said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that(What type fruits is that)She wanna tattoo my name on her assThem Gain Greene boys, they too advanced(Too advanced)How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands(***** you do that)When my songs come on, they do the dance(Do the dance)*****es tattoo my name on they assGot a foreign car, the new Coupe is black(Coupe is black)And I'm never too old, we movin' the cashPlus I piped your broad, how cool is thatShe wanna tattoo my name on her assFreaky *****, yeahNeed a nice outro for this oneAin't gotta say muchVigilante Season, ya knowBoss Don Biggavel'Dame GreaseFour Horsemen baby, yeahGot bottles of that Grand CruYa know the industry, comin' for my headAll these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boyLet's let the music speak for itself, ya knowLil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the gamePoppin' them percs, shrooms***** wit' ya boy *****The Boss Don, owwGotta love itGain Greene, yeahThat's it, huh{Max B laughs}
