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
Verse 1:
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
Chorus:
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
Verse 2:
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
Chorus:
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
Verse 3:
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
Chorus:
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
Chorus: 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 Verse 1: 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 Chorus: 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 Verse 2: 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 Chorus: 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 Verse 3: 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 Chorus: 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 Explain Request ×
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