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it is what it is (outro) - baby maxx lyrics

[intro: baby maxx]
(ooh, 27club)
(lonis on this)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: baby maxx]
your brother died, same day you dropped a diss
rizzy puttin’ you on fonk, for now it’s f*ck 96
puttin’ belt when i come to the town, they wonder when we spin
jumped out taggin’ sh*t, i blacked out, i shot him with his b*tch, no bap
turtle tappin’ in he know that i got busy
popped ’em, crashing with lil twin, he rockin’ semi and a switchy
cojack died a pretty boy, we gon’ get rizzy with these b*tches
i was feeling donk, i called the n*gga phone and said i did it
they mad as f*ck i’m casing every gang
pull on nelly like i need the a
fed a n*gga body with .62’s, i ain’t need his brain
the baby hopped out beside me, shot the fully like he was major payne
if you ain’t pig or drakes or n*ggers that’s around me you’ll be meeting k
jump out load and chase his ass down, don’t preach to a n*gga because i’m crashing out
the a ain’t got no kick so when i shoot this b*tch it’s gon’ act out
it was just f*ck the hood in jail, we on the outs, [?] throw that flag now
and f*ck, where all my 5k in all ways, the real smack downs
call her call [?] and dropped my lo’, and he ain’t come
b*tch shared this lo’ when i’m in vegas, i’m like, “n*gga what the f*ck?”
free maxx, the ones that said my bro ain’t comin’ home they gettin’ flushed
i chased his cousin down, i’m mad as f*ck he hidin’ under trucks, no cap n*gga
[bridge: baby maxx & ebk madmaxx]
all facts, dead homies
[?], n*gga 2*1 2*5, n*gga real 2*5
n*gga f*ck the suckas n*gga, n*ggas know how we comin’, n*gga
f*ck [?], brother

[verse 2: baby maxx]
dougy ain’t even donk, stop mentioning my name
n*ggas ain’t did a skit since 2016, a d*mn shame
if you ain’t got no b’s then n*gga get some g’s, go earn a name
f*cked up the politics, start droppin’ shots on n*ggas in the bay
it’s all proven facts, start shootin’ at n*ggas and he start movin’ back
they dissin’ us in songs, we lookin’ at the phone like, “who is baby quacc?”
any blunt i put the suckas in them n*ggas gettin’ packed
i shot the fully it ain’t jam on me once, i think i love this strap

[outro: baby maxx]
jz, n*gga, free maxx
free jaaybo, n*gga, free lil play
snake, free squeeze n*gga
yeah

- baby maxx lyrics

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