Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Take It Personal, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Take It Personal |
| Easily come, easily go |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go (Get out of here) |
| We just tryna eat |
| Yeah, it’s just music man |
| Why you envy me? |
| I ain’t stingy B |
| Is it because of them MP3s |
| Or I’m six-figure strong without MTV |
| Or is it because I be doctor Fendi |
| Or when I start waving the watch, it will get windy |
| I start raiding the spots, where all of your men be |
| Might start waving the Glock 'til it get empty |
| With the type to come and scatter your party |
| And every other day I used to average a robbery |
| This is Max, don’t confuse me with Charly |
| Don’t confuse me with a dude who abuse the authority |
| I’m hard to be, excuse you, pardon me |
| I’m the illest nigga arguably, uh |
| I scar you B |
| Thought street treats would |
| Staring you, it was staring me |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal, uh-uh) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go (Get out of here) |
| We just tryna eat |
| Y’all could keep the streets, I need a piece of the fame, nigga |
| Ya life couldn’t match a piece of my pain |
| Shit you thinking, I already thought about |
| And shit you beefing about, I already fought about, uh |
| I already slaughtered about it, played the block |
| Got knocked with the Glock and went to court about it |
| Pop your car, snatch your daughter up out of it (Yeah) |
| Took five grams and made a quarter up out of it |
| Coke flow good, spent four on the outlet |
| Played California in my Florida outfit |
| Class seven passport shooting across seas |
| Six foot chain, blue coupe and a frosty |
| Six foot dame, new suit and some coffee |
| I’m still nothin', still up in the coming |
| Still full court press, still running and gunning |
| Picture screens, fifth long, shifty spring, yeah |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal, uh-uh) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go (Get out of here) |
| We just tryna eat |
| Can’t ya see the rap version of Robin Leech |
| Capitalizing off other niggas beats |
| He smashing the game, he governing the streets |
| And will he break him up long or break him a piece? |
| Nah |
| I fuck with niggas that ain’t never got their phone on |
| It smell like shit even with cologne on, yeah |
| They also keep plenty of stones on |
| Pumps in the back seat, plenty of chrome on |
| 'Cause soon as I get this bread I’m leaving |
| I don’t think there’s a nigga better than me dead or breathing, uh |
| Got the style, got the look, got the voice |
| Got the attitude, the only thing I’m missing is the tattoos |
| And everywhere I go pack tools |
| Cut your hands off tryna touch Max food |
| I’ma buck that dude, I don’t trust that dude |
| You ain’t never seen Juelz in a truck that cool |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal, uh-uh) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go (Get out of here) |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal, uh-uh) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go |
| We just tryna eat |
| Don’t take it personal (Don't take it personal) |
| We just tryna skeet (We just tryna skeet, I’m) |
| Easily come, easily go (Get out of here) |
| We just tryna eat |