Max B - Every Morning lyrics
[Max B - Every Morning lyrics]
Gotta go in on these type of joints
(you right) i ain't gonna lie
You beat young los out with this one (do it)
You beat 'em you smashed em out
Nah you smashed 'em!
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
They finally getting enough, now
I'ma give em foreign team charter me
Money, music apart of me
I know you uncomfortable
With this music I gave you, I'ma fade you
Mdb was a prelude, stay true!
Never let another nigga
Disrespect your manhood
Bigga fresher than can goods, damn good
Bitches say it taste like canday
I gave you lip sing, she touched it in miami
Cambridge, never will a nigga ride
Only thing I'm driving is a beam
Mama come take one for the team
I gave her a gillet, put her in the mood
She wanted an education, I put
Her up for school, cool
Then she graduated
Maxy baby I finally made it
You gave me the energy
And these other bitches was hatin like
They had my description in the states
But fuck it, I think I need vacation
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
You probably wanted the end but
I gotta give you some more we was on tour
Bullets scattered we hit the floor
Get the door, nigga that's twin
That's grease with a 5th of Grand Cru
So now is time to hit the street
Get to meet any bitch I want to
Creamy, that's my little bother
He from another mother
Baby get under the cover
Max not a fighter I'm a lover
Let my guns do the talking
Cops do the chalking walking, thinking
Will i ever go back up in the can?
My baby need a hundred grand
Just in case I breathe
She can have that, on top of what she got
Niggas always wanna be what they not
Sayin what they got:
Lot of jewelry, big cribs nigga you's a bitch
And plus you never did bid
Sayin you did a bid you
Don't know what you missing
Biggavell in the kitchen
Got my workers they pitchin
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
(you right) i ain't gonna lie
You beat young los out with this one (do it)
You beat 'em you smashed em out
Nah you smashed 'em!
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
They finally getting enough, now
I'ma give em foreign team charter me
Money, music apart of me
I know you uncomfortable
With this music I gave you, I'ma fade you
Mdb was a prelude, stay true!
Never let another nigga
Disrespect your manhood
Bigga fresher than can goods, damn good
Bitches say it taste like canday
I gave you lip sing, she touched it in miami
Cambridge, never will a nigga ride
Only thing I'm driving is a beam
Mama come take one for the team
I gave her a gillet, put her in the mood
She wanted an education, I put
Her up for school, cool
Then she graduated
Maxy baby I finally made it
You gave me the energy
And these other bitches was hatin like
They had my description in the states
But fuck it, I think I need vacation
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
You probably wanted the end but
I gotta give you some more we was on tour
Bullets scattered we hit the floor
Get the door, nigga that's twin
That's grease with a 5th of Grand Cru
So now is time to hit the street
Get to meet any bitch I want to
Creamy, that's my little bother
He from another mother
Baby get under the cover
Max not a fighter I'm a lover
Let my guns do the talking
Cops do the chalking walking, thinking
Will i ever go back up in the can?
My baby need a hundred grand
Just in case I breathe
She can have that, on top of what she got
Niggas always wanna be what they not
Sayin what they got:
Lot of jewelry, big cribs nigga you's a bitch
And plus you never did bid
Sayin you did a bid you
Don't know what you missing
Biggavell in the kitchen
Got my workers they pitchin
I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt
Come to think about it i
Fuck any bitch I want
But, if you wanna know
Most of all my bitches the bomb
She hungry, for a taste, but
I'ma make her fiend, i'ma make her wait
I need my money honey!
Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii