Mooga Ma$e - My Everything

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
You my queen, wanna buy you the finest things

You keep my heart jumping up like a trampoline
You need a cover of a magazine
You got me working on my patience
I'm going to work, just know I came from the dirt

Used to maneuver the work, I got a vision
Wedding bells, you and me in the church
Let me show you your worth, you gangsta and cute
You stay in the loop, come to Cinderella, baby, missing the shoot

Only way I'm leaving you, is me in the hearse
Only way I'm leaving you, is me in the hearse
The only way I'm leaving you, is me in the hearse
Let them carry on, we take trips, no carry on

You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
Perfect chick, pretty face, a nice waist

We meeting out of state, it's real love, man, I can't relate
Scratch my back while I penetrate
Let's hit a app, get a Uber, have a dinner date
You take my mind places I've never seen

You bad like Billie Jean, in the kitchen like Maybelline
I swear you the finest thing that I ever seen
You help me stuff the heftys, that's why we living wealthy
All we do is lay on the beach, and take selfies

Those broke days over, what you want the Porsche or Rover
It all came from the soda
It all came from the soda
Let them carry on, we take trips, no carry on

You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
Let them carry on, we take trips, no carry on

You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
You my everything, get your mary on
Let them carry on, we take trips, no carry on

Written by:
Clinta Mason

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