Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why You Do That, artist - Max B.
Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why You Do That |
I said I’m sorry baby, that was Biggaveli not Charley baby |
Why you do that? |
She said don’t call me baby, don’t categorize me with all your ladies |
Why you do that? |
I tried to tell you before I be gone but you wouldn’t listen |
Why you do that? |
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening |
Doin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass |
Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas |
Now I’m speeding in the lane as if I had a quota |
Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola |
She don’t panic at all, my baby play it cool |
It don’t matter police and all she spraying the tool |
It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis |
She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius |
Whatchu give me credit for? |
Baby I ain’t shit |
270 for a pound baby that ain’t piff |
Biggaveli the type of nigga to skeet off the tool |
Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food |
But the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy |
Wit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch pirellis |
Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit |
'Til she busted me wit another bitch |
And she said |
Why you do that? |
I said I’m sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby |
Why you do that? |
She said don’t call me baby, don’t categorize me with all your ladies |
Why you do that? |
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn’t listen |
Why you do that? |
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening |
Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot |
Got the virus to cook a pot of cocaine in the coupe |
I make it rain on ya stoop |
40s, 20s and dimes |
They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine |
We get money |
In the grind |
We did it easy, no frontin' |
And did it in a way when niggas couldn’t see me coming |
Better duck when niggas is gunnin' |
Of course y’all sure to rat |
I don’t know what they told you, boss don do it big |
Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas |
See him live up wit a bottle, he on top of the speakers |
Me I’m in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavel shit |
Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit |
And I don’t worry, these hoes and bitches they love us |
Every other city we go over, these bitches they wanna fuck us |
They fuck us and they trust us |
Have them head over heels |
'Til you leave them in pain she said you don’t know how it feels |
Why you do that? |
I said I’m sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby |
Why you do that? |
She said don’t call me baby, don’t categorize me with all your ladies |
Why you do that? |
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn’t listen |
Why you do that? |
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening |
Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take |
Said I should be in the stu', instead of popping the eight |
Nigga my topic is the cake |
Jewelry, bitches, and cars |
Doin' it big wit all my niggas popping cris' in the bars |
I fuck wit the stars |
You can catch me out in Cali |
Lookin' for Caucasian bitches wit titties and a fatty |
Now I’m in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view |
Windows is getting foggy, I hope I got a clear view |
Bitch nigga I dare you, to shorten my cheese |
Only money, music and family important to me |
Baby you talking to me? |
«How you doin' Maxy» |
Had me in the club blowin my' stacks |
She said |
Why you do that? |
I said I’m sorry baby, that was Biggaveli, not Charley baby |
Why you do that? |
She said don’t call me baby, don’t categorize me with all your ladies |
Why you do that? |
I tried to tell you before early on but you wouldn’t listen |
Why you do that? |
V-12 on 24s, pretty whores and the shoes is glistening |