Every Morning Max B

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[Intro: Max B]
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!

[Hook: Max B]
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

[Verse 1: Max B]
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
M.d.b 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