Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Biggavelli
Song language: English
Everything |
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 |
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, nigga 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 |
Fucked 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 shit, nuttin' ain’t phase me, nuttin' ain’t graze me |
You fuckers supposed to pay me |
Gimme my paper, niggas is overdue with residuals |
Baby my work is visual |
Here we go |
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 |
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 bullshit, 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 bitches |
Give 'em the dick in many different positions |
Wishin', one day I’ll be a changed man, fuck it though |
That’ll fuck up my gameplan, main man |
Fuck with a nigga 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 |
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 |
We good, this shit here is a classic |
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 bitches cook for me every morning |
I dick '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 gay |
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 shit |
Bigga goin' out like a bitch, naw |
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 |