max b - every morning - max b lyrics
[intro: max b]
gotta go in on these type of joints (you right)
i ain’t gonna lie, you beat young los out with this one (do it)
you beat ’em you smashed em out, nah you smashed ’em!
[hook: max b]
i wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
come to think about it i f-ck any b-tch i want
but if you wanna know, most of all my b-tches the bomb
she hungry, for a taste, but i’ma make her fiend, i’ma make her wait
i need my money honey!
iyeee, iyeee, yiiiii, yiii, yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
[verse 1: max b]
they finally getting enough, now
i’ma give em foreign team charter me
money, music apart of me
i know you uncomfortable
with this music i gave you, i’ma fade you
m.d.b was a prelude, stay true!
never let another n-gg- disrespect your manhood
bigga fresher than can goods, d-mn good
b-tches say it taste like canday, i gave you lip sing, she touched it in miami
cambridge, never will a n-gg- ride
only thing i’m driving is a beam
mama come take one for the team
i gave her a gillet(?), put her in the mood
she wanted an education, i put her up for school, cool
then she graduated
maxy baby i finally made it you gave me the energy
and these other b-tches was hatin like
they had my description in the states
but f-ck it, i think i need vacation
[hook: max b]
i wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
come to think about it i f-ck any b-tch i want
but if you wanna know, most of all my b-tches the bomb
she hungry, for a taste, but i’ma make her fiend, i’ma make her wait
i need my money honey!
iyeee, iyeee, yiiiii, yiii, yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
[verse 2: max b]
you probably wanted the end but
i gotta give you some more
we was on tour, bullets scattered we hit the floor
get the door, n-gg- that’s twin, that’s grease
with a 5th of grand cru, so now is time to hit the street
get to meet any b-tch i want to
creamy, that’s my little bother, he from another mother
baby get under the cover, max not a fighter i’m a lover
let my guns do the talking, cops do the chalking
walking, thinking, will i ever go back up in the can?
my baby need a hundred grand, just in case i breathe
she can have that, on top of what she got
n-gg-s always wanna be what they not
sayin what they got:
lot of jewelry, big cribs n-gg- you’s a b-tch
and plus you never did bid
sayin you did a bid you don’t know what you missing
biggavell in the kitchen, got my workers they pitchin
[hook: max b]
i wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
come to think about it i f-ck any b-tch i want
but if you wanna know, most of all my b-tches the bomb
she hungry, for a taste, but i’ma make her fiend, i’ma make her wait
i need my money honey!
iyeee, iyeee, yiiiii, yiii, yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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