Max B - Where Do I Go (BBQ Music) lyrics

You see it In this game there is no competition Where do I go? I ride through Harlem on my kinky Expedition Where do I go? I see some chick I know that loves to give me head Where do I go? I got that Clicquot and a bottle of some Cru Where do I go? That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday I know one day you'll stay Tell me which way did she go She went that-a-way That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday I know one day you'll stay Tell me which way did she go She went that-a-way Take trips to Florida Take my number and call me up For all we are, we up, Gang Green n***as do anything Stop their plane Stop their dream Never that Cop big car, red or black n***a try to rape me n***a try to break me Locked up for murder 2 n***as try to take me But a n***a bailed out 1.5 It's the biggest bail out Never sell out nope I do big things Big chains Ain't sh** changed Make sh** rain Cherry boys love me I tip nice I get right Get a nice little O Cuz I'm [. . .] [. . .] Grand Cru Vamoosh Damn you You don't really love me All you do is want head You don't even f** me You don't really want B Max run Harlem like Bumpy You see it In this game there is no competition Where do I go? I ride through Harlem on my kinky Expedition Where do I go? I see some chick I know that loves to give me head Where do I go? I got that Clicquot and a bottle of some Cru Where do I go? You see it In this game there is no competition Where do I go? I ride through Harlem on my kinky Expedition Where do I go? I see some chick I know that loves to give me head Where do I go? I got that Clicquot and a bottle of some Cru Where do I go? That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday I know one day you'll stay Tell me which way did she go She went that-a-way That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday I know one day you'll stay Tell me which way did she go She went that-a-way Max got that liquid Not that Gray Goose Max don't sip it Max wanna stick it He horny Do it to me more like doggy Georgie Porgie Pudding pie Kissed them young girls And made them cry I never wanna be like damn So glad got rid of them Me debuts gon' rise They hate us Riding like Big on the escalator Time to address the haters n***as get left from respirators On the jet Gotta jet to Vegas Our couple white friends got jets in flavors Because my life is major Max gotta get that paper You see it In this game there is no competition Where do I go? I ride through Harlem on my kinky Expedition Where do I go? I see some chick I know that loves to give me head Where do I go? I got that Clicquot and a bottle of some Cru Where do I go?