[Intro: Max B]
American slores
American whores
Al Pac Max
Wavie Crockett mixtape
Lets go!
[Verse 1: Max B]
First Chris let me get her necklace
I'm 'bout to take this bitch to breakfast
'Cause 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
[Chorus: Max B]
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 2: Max B]
Bitches at the club was beastin' (Feastin')
Talking about which thugs they eating
My suite was at the Hilton
So I think I just chill for the weekend (I'll just chill)
Nigga Biggavell be cheatin' (Cheatin', Biggavell)
Mama ask me what's poppin' (Poppin')
So I gave her my t-shirt
And told her to rock it, with lots of confidence (Confidence, baby)
Bend the bitch over doggie (Doggie)
I like it when she call me doggie (Doggie)
So I gave the bitch two hundred
And told the ho not to never to call me (Don't call me, bitch)
Give me your direction
Be my whore (Fuck it American whore 2009)
[Chorus: Max B]
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 (American whore)
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 (American whore)
[Verse 3: Al Pac]
She's a 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 fuck me good
These hoes love a nigga, even though I'm no good
They all wanna taste, they all wanna lick
Your mom beasting, both 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 sore
Man fuck a bitch, I never love a whore
I get 'em for they bread, break up papi always
Fuck the small talk, my nigga want his phone
We can get it on
Make her scream my name
Ask around about the kid, Ma I do my thing
[Chorus: Max B]
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 (American whore)
My American whore
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 (American whore)
My American whore