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bougie kard - baby maxx lyrics

[intro: baby maxx]
(ay sixx, what’s goin’ on man)
(gotta do this, gotta play for [?])
([?])
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: baby maxx]
pop door aggressive with the pistol, i got ac’
face shots and body shots, he gettin’ slammed on his back
b*tch pulled the bougie card up on a lil n*gga
but i cracked to post up on that block alone
but it’s never gon’ be that ‘cuz i got slapped
it changed the way a n*gga think when i approach
turtle 5’4″ but he gon’ yank the fully, tryna score
pushin’ up on n*ggas frontin’ like they jz, like “what you on?”
bro flip a b*tch, bro i think i see somebody out that store
real jordan court baby, i’m on [?] with lil [?]
b*tch h*lla mad ‘cuz when she ain’t talkin’ ’bout money ion speak
we on the j, after this we finna push through 7th street
draks back, sеnd a copy of that lo’, i come deletе
i’m outside, ain’t no ordinary rapper, i’mma spin
when i’m up in sac, that n*gga know i’m callin’, drop a pin
oh i think that’s bruh, bro get behind that load, we on that benz
on him, we gon’ face a n*gga quick, walk down with fully switch
i’m aggressive, i ain’t just clutchin’ on my yistol
if you see me and you hear that*, ain’t no missin’
he got face tapped, he shoulda never went against my n*ggas
bouncin’ out, we pull triggers, dunkin’ on ’em, maxx mitch*ll
[verse 2: ebk leebo]
yeah, leebo, 3’s
yeah, yeah, yeah
aye roll that blacc up, i changed my mind, n*gga roll that los
i’m indecisive, i can’t pick, so baby maxx gon’ roll ’em both
so you ain’t rappin’, but you in that vid? b*tch you in that boat
don’t even play them type of games, so when i catch you gettin’ smoked
yeah, chase down, get up on that n*gga, i got good feet
he tried to hide in the dark like that’s gon’ save him, i got good beam (yeah)
he was stiff when they found him, that’s a good thing
every n*gga from my block got a body, that’s the hood thing, 3’s

[verse 3: ebk lulmaxx]
yeah, yeah
i can’t see you n*gga trippin’, you always runnin’ from the gat
they did that n*gga h*lla weird, heard he was runnin’ with his flame
my bro pop door h*lla aggressive, he was aimin’ at his brain
i seen him posting with his kid, i turned lil bro into a chain
remember homies lashin’ n*ggas, we was runnin’ through the rain
that b*tch ain’t have no baggage wit’ her, lil b*tch i got a name
jordan court baby, you see me and my n*ggas bangin’ j
faced his b*tch ass on camera, i heard they got it on tape, n*gga
tell them n*ggas spin if they wit’ it
tell ’em wipe ya’ nose, n*ggas trippin’, aye, aye
and that n*gga a victim, caught him slippin’, yeah
yeah, tell me what block they on and i’mma get him
yea*aye, aye, j
2*5

- baby maxx lyrics

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