Yeah
We back
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
Blunt I just rolled, I'm off it
Me and bro Austin
Hardcore coughing
Ripping that wax to the max, no stopping
New strand dropping? I know bro copping
Im, living life to the fullest
They loving the way we flowing
My lyrics are like your bullets,
Be floating above the head
Praying they find this poet
Who got the skill and he know it
The Rose, who killing opponents
I'll put that ass into bed
Smoking that hella doja
To put me up in a coma
No tose but make a toast
To witnessin like Jehovas
Ball hard to get a Rover
Drop cold shit like Minnesota
F*ck with me and it's over
I put that on God
On my bro, on my momma, on my sister
Motherf*ckers gonna hate ya when ya aint up in the picture
Pissed that I'm sick and yo ass ain't sicker
Pass the patron, cause I only drank liquor
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athlete, when we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
I'm running through my bars like a track star
Waxed to the max I should wear Carhartt
Cause My heart gives art while I work twice as hard
Let's take a crash course to Amsterdam move the yard
I guarantee I'll be the best you've had just give me the chance
Honey I got the money relax take a dab
I want to see everyone dance
Like they got ants in their pants
C'mon everybody let's sing a chant
Wax to tha Max the greatest two to collab
Looking back like Jay and I really did that
Haters get real mad
I'm signing autographs
Taking photos with fans
Giving love back has always been a part of the plan
Never getting cut unlike a salary cap
I'm the owner of this franchise and that is that
The same people that hated on me now kiss my ass
Puff puff pass
That cabbage patch
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
Whyte Nicotyne - WAX TO THA MAX (feat. JayThaRose) Lyrics
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Yeah
We back
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
Blunt I just rolled, I'm off it
Me and bro Austin
Hardcore coughing
Ripping that wax to the max, no stopping
New strand dropping? I know bro copping
Im, living life to the fullest
They loving the way we flowing
My lyrics are like your bullets,
Be floating above the head
Praying they find this poet
Who got the skill and he know it
The Rose, who killing opponents
I'll put that ass into bed
Smoking that hella doja
To put me up in a coma
No tose but make a toast
To witnessin like Jehovas
Ball hard to get a Rover
Drop cold shit like Minnesota
F*ck with me and it's over
I put that on God
On my bro, on my momma, on my sister
Motherf*ckers gonna hate ya when ya aint up in the picture
Pissed that I'm sick and yo ass ain't sicker
Pass the patron, cause I only drank liquor
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athlete, when we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
I'm running through my bars like a track star
Waxed to the max I should wear Carhartt
Cause My heart gives art while I work twice as hard
Let's take a crash course to Amsterdam move the yard
I guarantee I'll be the best you've had just give me the chance
Honey I got the money relax take a dab
I want to see everyone dance
Like they got ants in their pants
C'mon everybody let's sing a chant
Wax to tha Max the greatest two to collab
Looking back like Jay and I really did that
Haters get real mad
I'm signing autographs
Taking photos with fans
Giving love back has always been a part of the plan
Never getting cut unlike a salary cap
I'm the owner of this franchise and that is that
The same people that hated on me now kiss my ass
Puff puff pass
That cabbage patch
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
We back
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
Blunt I just rolled, I'm off it
Me and bro Austin
Hardcore coughing
Ripping that wax to the max, no stopping
New strand dropping? I know bro copping
Im, living life to the fullest
They loving the way we flowing
My lyrics are like your bullets,
Be floating above the head
Praying they find this poet
Who got the skill and he know it
The Rose, who killing opponents
I'll put that ass into bed
Smoking that hella doja
To put me up in a coma
No tose but make a toast
To witnessin like Jehovas
Ball hard to get a Rover
Drop cold shit like Minnesota
F*ck with me and it's over
I put that on God
On my bro, on my momma, on my sister
Motherf*ckers gonna hate ya when ya aint up in the picture
Pissed that I'm sick and yo ass ain't sicker
Pass the patron, cause I only drank liquor
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athlete, when we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
I'm running through my bars like a track star
Waxed to the max I should wear Carhartt
Cause My heart gives art while I work twice as hard
Let's take a crash course to Amsterdam move the yard
I guarantee I'll be the best you've had just give me the chance
Honey I got the money relax take a dab
I want to see everyone dance
Like they got ants in their pants
C'mon everybody let's sing a chant
Wax to tha Max the greatest two to collab
Looking back like Jay and I really did that
Haters get real mad
I'm signing autographs
Taking photos with fans
Giving love back has always been a part of the plan
Never getting cut unlike a salary cap
I'm the owner of this franchise and that is that
The same people that hated on me now kiss my ass
Puff puff pass
That cabbage patch
Haters like to run cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes,
When we on the mic
We ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon do it how we do it, more dancing
Yeah
Writer: Austin Buls, Jeffrey Blaser
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid