| I gave you everything
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| (I said I gave you everything)
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| Somehow it just wasn’t enough
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| (It just wasn’t enough)
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| Why don’t you trust me
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| (Why don’t you trust me)
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| Light the sour up and give me a Puff
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| Hey baby, somehow you seem addicted to my style in jail
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| I always was the first to trial
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| Always was a versatile, talented, handsome individual
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| Comin' up, so look at me, it’s pitiful
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| Pity me, never that, nigga keep ya head for a later day
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| Just bow ya head and say a prayer
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| Speak to Jesus please till he answer, I never been a dancer
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| Fucked chicks, Geminis, Cancers, got the answer
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| Got the recipe, they tryna take the little what was left of me
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| Folded my destiny, hysterectomy
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| Baby love, you’s a seamstress, daddy coming home
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| Really baby, I mean this
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| Seen shit, nuttin' ain’t phase me, nuttin' ain’t graze me
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| You fuckers supposed to pay me
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| Gimme my paper, niggas is overdue with residuals
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| Baby my work is visual
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| Here we go
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| I gave you everything
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| (I said I gave you everything)
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| Somehow it just wasn’t enough
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| (It just wasn’t enough)
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| Why don’t you trust me
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| (Why don’t you trust me)
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| Light the sour up and give me a Puff
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| You see it, the way I came and took over the game
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| It was rare, you ain’t see 'em like me in years
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| Keep me in the clear from the bullshit, full clip
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| Keep 'em on the curb, you might’ve seen him in the burbs
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| Beverly boutiques, mami she got cute feet (Oww)
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| At night I pop her coochy
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| I don’t waste time, I’m so cold with the bitches
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| Give 'em the dick in many different positions
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| Wishin', one day I’ll be a changed man, fuck it though
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| That’ll fuck up my gameplan, main man
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| Fuck with a nigga hard, tellin' me «Bigga do it right»
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| I’ll make it the night of your life
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| Take ya out at nights in the beamer, cleaner
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| Get it detailed, 90 thou was the retail
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| Peach Street, mean tail, if only Bigga beat bail, eeh, well
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| Scarlett, roll up a mean L, please
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| I gave you everything
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| (I said I gave you everything)
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| Somehow it just wasn’t enough
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| (It just wasn’t enough)
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| Why don’t you trust me
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| (Why don’t you trust me)
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| Light the sour up and give me a Puff
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| We good, this shit here is a classic
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| Almost gone, the devil workin' his magic, tragic
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| Tryna leave me in the wrong direct, me with no protection
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| Leavin' me infested, restless
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| Breakfast, them bitches cook for me every morning
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| I dick 'em and don’t call 'em, ballin'
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| Spend a lil' paper, hit the mall and daddy, he clean
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| I’m never screamin' all-in
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| I’mma call him and let him know where to meet me
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| Bigga he cru, you’s a bottle of Fiji
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| Up north, your nickname was Cici, that was real gay
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| Quarantine dropped, had a field day
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| Had a chill day, there was a cook-out
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| OFO, Gain Greene comin' baby, you better look out, look out
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| Give me 30 years, throw the book out, picture that shit
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| Bigga goin' out like a bitch, naw
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| I gave you everything
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| (I said I gave you everything)
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| Somehow it just wasn’t enough
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| (It just wasn’t enough)
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| Why don’t you trust me
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| (Why don’t you trust me)
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| Light the sour up and give me a puff |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп