Max B

Max B - Quarantined lyrics

rate me

Yeah, PD5

Goin' through a lotta shit, you know

Just figure I'd talk about it

Boy Yung Los, shit

Lightin' my thing up real quick

Get in the mood

Uh, yeah

Chorus:

Baby I know I done fucked up for now

Baby I know I done fucked up the house

I done messed up, what I'ma do now

Oww Owwwww

Baby I know I broke ya heart

Sorry I cheated on you right before the start

I know I done fucked up, what I'ma do nowwwww

Verse 1:

Max back on the streets, Bigga you done fucked up now

Think wifey penetrated my passcode, asshole

You keep fuckin' these different girls

And like the last time, you gon' end up in a different world

Givin' gifts to girls, never splurgin', mergin'

From the left lane, got that Chevy Suburban, heroin

You's uptight, you come through startin' up a fight

These bitches have you startin' to like

When I brought your baby to the window

Twice a week, you was in the county, lookin' real clowny

Downy, Tide mixed with bleach on my fabrics

Shorty tucked the flare, my jaws is 40 bucks a pair

Yeah, I could buy it, supply it, seven black cards back to back

And I'm not being biased, liars

Said y'all was holdin' me down, if shit ever got thick

My baby, she just like the bitch, damn

Chorus

Baby I know I done fucked up for now

Baby I know I done fucked up the house

I done messed up, what I'ma do now

Oww Owwwww

Baby I know I broke ya heart

Sorry I cheated on you right before the start

I know I done fucked up, what I'ma do nowwwww

Verse 2:

She tried to tell me "Baby I'll do anything you need me to

Most your bitches don't (don't) and they don't even come close

Gunsmoke, seened the shit seapin' through the air at the crimescene

The caddy, copped the lime-green, mines mean

Engine is a 8-valve, but that is not a enough, I need 12

I'm a 9 on the richter scale

The other one percent, that's you and ya flunkies, go against the don

My father did the oddjobs

My mother never worked, used to drug a lot, now it feel good when she lean

Never knew what it meanin' to fiend

Watch her do the yola right in front of me

Used to bring the two that she needed, the plate drop, I would get a beatin'

I would get the heat and run up in the office with the phone

Tell 'em you in a meetin', leakin'

Speakin' of the bullshit, you already did you wrong

Baby that's why I made this song

Chorus

Baby I know I done fucked up for now

Baby I know I done fucked up the house

I done messed up, what I'ma do now

Oww Owwwww

Baby I know I broke ya heart

Sorry I cheated on you right before the start

I know I done fucked up, what I'ma do nowwwww

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