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Maxo Kream "1998" Feat. Joey Bada$$ (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Stimme und Gesang
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ryan ESL
Ryan ESL
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wake up early, trapping late
Serving **** by the gates
Shooting dice, I let 'em skate
Six and eight, they run their mates
Getting money, I'm a bag
Daddy's bitches, they could wait
Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me '98
Matching Fubu with the bait, that was back in '98
Twenty dollars for the drink, that was back in '98
Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in '98
Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with '98
[Verse 2]
Blowing old dogs, like Larenz Tate
Running in your mouth like Crest, Colgate
Running in your house, if I want I'ma take
Take everything but the stinky fish tank
My dick ain't free, I'ma make a bitch pay
Shoot a **** up with a Mac 90K
Until it's 64 we don't play 2K
Proud to call form, we're only rolling two ways
Twenty five lighters, got a pocket full of stones
Don't call my phone if you're not a yellow bone
I'm an H-town ****, so I need extra dome
Keep a deuce at a screw, double cut styrofoam
Chop a lot of Molly 'cause I get about a key
For the Shermheads, got the PCP
My boys gon' pop, I ain't talking Backstreet
My guns gon' pop, and the bullets N'sync
Stay coming down, always pulled up
Blowing on jail way say Bronco'd up
Jump a four with a bar in it, peace, hold up
Jamming under grade take, I be screwed up
'Round '98 I was 7 or 8
Bad than a bitch, I was in the second grade
Had a soft side fade, went four ways
Running outside fucking up my new J's
'Round the same time I done stole my friend's bike
Sitting on the porch, chilling in the front yard
Go hard or go home, everyday had to fight
Whoop a **** ass for some Pokemon cards
WWF, ex pop went hard
Running around the school told my teachers to suck it
Mama used to whoop my ass real hard
Act a damn fool when I'm out in public
[Verse 3]
Wake up early, trapping late
Serving **** by the gates
Shooting dice, I let 'em skate
Six and eight, they run their mates
Getting money, I'm a bag
Daddy's bitches, they could wait
Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me '98
Matching Fubu with the bait, that was back in '98
Twenty dollars for the drink, that was back in '98
Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in '98
Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with '98
[Verse 4]
Off a bad cop in this rag top
Fuck a good cop, I never met one
Stay tipsy like J Quan, make the hood hop, I drop napalm
Stay calm, I drop A bombs
But you feel the dump when that bass gone
If it past sails, we faced on
Get so high **** face numb
My time, money, never waste none
Shine coming, don't get stung
The stakes is high, got big supplies
Grill a motherfucker till he well done
Get deep fried, ASAP Louie
Know my **** Lex stay with the toolie
Flip a **** daratula, to rat next to ratatouille
Cook a **** you know I had to do it
New York back and know I had to prove it
Money is my sling, ****
Y'all **** don't speak it fluent
Fact y'all **** can't speak at all
One more word I'ma fucking lose it
Got a king size bed don't sleep at all
So your queen give it up, get the pussy bruised
Her mouth stay glued to my dick and balls
I bust her jaw
Until it hit the door, but don't trip ****, it's still yours
Soon as I get the score, that's when you get the call
It's like a chain reaction, you fuck up she back for more
[Verse 5]
Wake up early, trapping late
Serving **** by the gates
Shooting dice, I let 'em skate
Six and eight, they run their mates
Getting money, I'm a bag
Daddy's bitches, they could wait
Gave my workers four pounds, told 'em bring me '98
Matching Fubu with the bait, that was back in '98
Twenty dollars for the drink, that was back in '98
Starchy jeans and screw tapes, that was back in '98
Got a hundred round drum, hit your ass with '98
Written by: Taras van de Voorde

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