American Slore - Max B, Max B & DJ Lazy K, Al Pac

American slores

American whores

Al Pac Max

Wavie Crockett mixtape

Lets go!

(Verse One- Max B)

First Chris let me get her necklace

I’m 'bout to take this bitch to breakfast

'Cuz we had a long night and I can’t leave till I get my song right

All right

Got to get this one, shorty she a freak got to get me some

It’s three chicks got to hit me one

I’m not a nigga to leave that ten 'til I score

(Hook)

Take me out to breakfast

Let me floss your chain

Give me your direction

Make me scream your name

You’ll be making it rain

I’ll be making it pour

You’ll be my American Slore

(Verse Two- Max B)

Bitches at the club was feasting

Talking about which thugs they eating

Once we was at the Hilton

So I think I just chill for the weekend

Nigga Biggavelle be cheating

Mama ask me whats popping

So I gave her my t-shirt

And told her to rock it

With lots of confidence

Bend the bitch over doggie

I like it when she call me doggie

So I gave the bitch two hundred

And told the hoe not to never to call me

Give me your direction

Be my whore (fuck it American whore 2009)

(Hook)

Take me out to breakfast

Let me floss your chain

Give me your direction

Make me scream your name

You’ll be making it rain

I’ll be making it pour

You’ll be my American Slore

My American whore (x2)

(Verse Three- Al Pac)

Shes at the jump off Ready to jump off

And when I squirt in her face she lick the cum off

Mama real freaky plus she like it rough

When I give her back shots she can’t get enough

I’m goin all night and she fucking good

These hoes love a nigga even though I’m no good

They all wanna taste, they all wanna lick

Your mom beasting hoes fighting for this dick

Got these hoes open, note the thug passion

Take it to the spot lets get it cracking

Got to beat it up I leave the pussy soft

Man fuck a bitch I never love a whore

I get 'em for the bread, break up papi always

Fuck the small talk Ma nigga want his phone

We can get it on

Make 'em scream my name

Ask around 'bout the kid Ma I do my thing

(Hook)

Take me out to breakfast

Let me floss your chain

Give me your direction

Make me scream your name

You’ll be making it rain

I’ll be making it pour

You’ll be my American Slore

My American whore (x2)