Chorus:
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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 buzz
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Verse 1:
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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, niggaz is overdue with residuals
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Baby my work is visual
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Here we go
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Chorus:
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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 buzz
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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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Chorus:
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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 buzz
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Verse 3:
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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'ma call him and let him know where to meet me
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Bigga he cruel, 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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Chorus:
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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 buzz
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Everything
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| Max B |
