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max b - everything - max b lyrics

chorus:
i gave you everything
(i said i gave you everything)
somehow it just wasn’t enough
(it just wasn’t enough)
why don’t you trust me
(why don’t you trust me)
light the sour up and give me a puff

verse 1:
hey baby, somehow you seem addicted to my style in jail
i always was the first to trial
always was a versatile, talented, handsome individual
comin’ up, so look at me, it’s pitiful
pity me, never that, n-gg- keep ya head for a later day
just bow ya head and say a prayer
speak to jesus please till he answer, i never been a dancer
f-cked chicks, geminis, cancers, got the answer
got the recipe, they tryna take the little what was left of me
folded my destiny, hysterectomy

baby love, you’s a seamstress, daddy coming home
really baby, i mean this
seen sh-t, nuttin’ ain’t phase me, nuttin’ ain’t graze me
you f-ckers supposed to pay me
gimme my paper, n-gg-s is overdue with residuals
baby my work is visual
here we go

verse 2:
you see it, the way i came and took over the game
it was rare, you ain’t see ’em like me in years
keep me in the clear from the bullsh-t, full clip
keep ’em on the curb, you might’ve seen him in the burbs
beverly boutiques, mami she got cute feet (oww)
at night i pop her coochy
i don’t waste time, i’m so cold with the b-tches
give ’em the d-ck in many different positions
wishin’, one day i’ll be a changed man, f-ck it though
that’ll f-ck up my gameplan, main man
f-ck with a n-gg- hard, tellin’ me “bigga do it right”
i’ll make it the night of your life
take ya out at nights in the beamer, cleaner
get it detailed, 90 thou was the retail
peach street, mean tail, if only bigga beat bail, eeh, well
scarlett, roll up a mean l, please

verse 3:
we good, this sh-t here is a cl-ssic
almost gone, the devil workin’ his magic, tragic
tryna leave me in the wrong direct, me with no protection
leavin’ me infested, restless
breakfast, them b-tches cook for me every morning
i d-ck ’em and don’t call ’em, ballin’
spend a lil’ paper, hit the mall and daddy, he clean
i’m never screamin’ all-in
i’mma call him and let him know where to meet me
bigga he cru, you’s a bottle of fiji
up north, your nickname was cici, that was real g-y
quarantine dropped, had a field day
had a chill day, there was a cook-out
ofo, gain greene comin’ baby, you better look out, look out
give me 30 years, throw the book out, picture that sh-t
bigga goin’ out like a b-tch, naw

- max b lyrics

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