Why You Really Wanna Hurt Max (No, No, No) lyrics

[Intro: Max B]
Yea Gain Greene baby summer block it’s your boy Biggavel about to get real loopy so wavy shout out to my guy HK on the track it’s that rider music baby get real groovy with it lets do it

[Chorus: Max B]
No No No why you really wanna hurt Max why you really wanna make me cry No No No why you really tryna hurt max why you really tryna make me die maybe love Oww n*gga our style look how the b*tches get down orgy Georgie Charly y’all can’t f*ck with the game we on Oww


[Verse 1: Max B]
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick big di*k skeeted in Chico slick get some got a big gun n*ggas can’t spit game they get none flip one little bum (Bum) I take the cake but can’t get pump slump I seen so many come & go n*ggas wanna know why Bigga breeze f*ck with me bigga bout his dough I got a flow yea tell a n*gga what you need let the b*tch spend a night she won’t leave hoe please goodie she tryna move in with me I hit it once but I so t tryna do it again shoot at a 10 tell the b*tch to get in back get in the lab Coke we used to get it in slabs now I’m on the highway cruising in a Jag blowing smoke out the sun roof f*ck you wan do you don’t want it with n*ggas that don’t care see me driving down the street you don’t stare need them to free Al Peezly n*gga sitting up with a hole he violated parole

[Chorus: Max B]
No No No why you really wanna hurt Max (Why) why you really wanna make me cry No No No why you really tryna hurt max why you really tryna make me die maybe love Oww n*gga our style look how the b*tches get down orgy Georgie, Charly y’all can’t f*ck with the game we on Oww No No No why you really wanna hurt Max (Why) why you really wanna make me cry No No No why you really tryna hurt max why you really tryna make me die maybe love Oww n*gga our style look how the b*tches get down orgy Georgie, Charly y’all can’t f*ck with the game we on Oww