Lonely - Max B

Pops was an addict

Moms was an addict

Auntie still is

Palm tree still there

Palm beach still here

Even though niggas blackball

The rap luke wars

I’m back with a black new charge

22 inches on the 6

I ain’t talking about my dick

I’m talking about a, hit

Motion picture shit

That’ll never reach the peak

Real meechy

We don’t need sheets

We don’t need, sleep

Baby I could beat it till the sun up

Till you cum nuff

Do it to your love come down

Ouu you make my love

Fiends love to taste my drugs

Dropped PD, 1,2,3 plus many many more

My pinky 75, not a penny more

Grand Cru the Henny or

Clico, first class trips to Montigo

She said

I’m lonely

Read me a bedtime story

I need you Max to come hold me

I need you to make me moan (I'm burning it up, I’m turning it up,

I’m burning it up)

We gonna freshen your life, baby killin' it right now

25 no women, no kids

On parole, no where else to go

No where else that I could live

Place a bid for the biggavell

He always wanna work

And plus you get your money’s worth

Watch the tummy turn

When I plant wet kisses on your neck

Very gently

Peel off in the bentley

Friendly

Max why you fuck me like that

Nigga that’s milf

That pussy I’mma mash it up

Smack it up

Mi nah wan eat it

Mi jus wan beat it

Her mouth get wet like a parapalegic

We don’t cross no more

We carry beneath it

When I used to pitch the coke, I cheat-ed

They freaked it

Preach it, speak that shit Biggavell

You always talk the deep shit

You always talk that

Street shit

That the real niggas love the ride to

That they love to die to

Chyeah!