Quarantined

Max B

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    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

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    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
    Momma 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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