| I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
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| Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want
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| But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
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| She hungry, for a taste, but I’ma make her fiend, I’ma make her wait
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| I need my money honey!
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| Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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| They finally getting enough, now
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| I’ma give em foreign team charter me
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| Money, music apart of me
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| I know you uncomfortable
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| With this music I gave you, I’ma fade you
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| M.d.b was a prelude, stay true!
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| Never let another nigga disrespect your manhood
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| Bigga fresher than can goods, damn good
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| Bitches say it taste like canday, I gave you lip sing, she touched it in miami
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| Cambridge, never will a nigga ride
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| Only thing I’m driving is a beam
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| Mama come take one for the team
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| I gave her a gillet (?), put her in the mood
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| She wanted an education, I put her up for school, cool
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| Then she graduated
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| Maxy baby I finally made it you gave me the energy
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| And these other bitches was hatin like
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| They had my description in the states
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| But fuck it, I think I need vacation
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| I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
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| Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want
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| But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
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| She hungry, for a taste, but I’ma make her fiend, I’ma make her wait
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| I need my money honey!
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| Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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| You probably wanted the end but
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| I gotta give you some more
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| We was on tour, bullets scattered we hit the floor
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| Get the door, nigga that’s twin, that’s grease
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| With a 5th of Grand Cru, so now is time to hit the street
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| Get to meet any bitch I want to
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| Creamy, that’s my little bother, he from another mother
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| Baby get under the cover, Max not a fighter I’m a lover
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| Let my guns do the talking, cops do the chalking
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| Walking, thinking, will i ever go back up in the can?
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| My baby need a hundred grand, just in case I breathe
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| She can have that, on top of what she got
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| Niggas always wanna be what they not
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| Sayin what they got:
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| Lot of jewelry, big cribs nigga you’s a bitch
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| And plus you never did bid
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| Sayin you did a bid you don’t know what you missing
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| Biggavell in the kitchen, got my workers they pitchin
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| I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
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| Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want
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| But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb
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| She hungry, for a taste, but I’ma make her fiend, I’ma make her wait
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| I need my money honey!
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| Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Morning , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 18, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп