letra de free jaaybo - baby maxx
[intro]
(ayy ecko, turn it up)
gz, jz
free maxx, free play, free dada
yeah
yeah
yeah
[chorus]
push up on any n-gga trippin’, i’m on every single opp
ain’t finna argue with no n-gga walkin’ funny ’cause of shot
he got popped at m&m’s, i’m mad that i ain’t get the drop
i’m tired of joyriding with deelo, we done bent through every block
j n-gga, f-ck scrib’ and f-ck pilgrim, we on both sides
waunte keep on poppin’ it on live, he got shot six times
ain’t catch one since they let me out, i’m sick, they ain’t outside
two six with a b-tton, watch it stutter, he gon’ feel these nines
how he survive a face shot, buddy, died off percs
had to tie the string around the dracy, but it still gon’ twerk
b-tch, tryna downplay the gz like we don’t get sh-t hurt
b-tch, i don’t want my hands up in your p-ssy, put it in your purse
[verse]
pistol fantastic, but i want the baby arp
personal with boy, so if i i see him i won’t drop my ski
b-tch f-ck cuz, if i was there i would’ve spit on bleed
this h-lla different opps so i don’t even go smoke on weed
yeah homies leave a n-gga face flat, baloney
hot sh-lls burn a white boy, turn him black like coney
bro told me if they ain’t a factor better still go smoke him
this the type of sh-t i deal with when i’m purging with donkey
left right, top hat, he a cold k!ller
drak’s fed me 30 perky, make me wanna smoke n-ggas
if you ain’t hoppin’ in the load with me, can’t post with it
and it’s f-ck twos, if i call lil kyrie, do the ghost with it
[chorus]
push up on any n-gga trippin’, i’m on every single opp
ain’t finna argue with no n-gga walkin’ funny ’cause of shot
he got popped at m&m’s, i’m mad that i ain’t get the drop
i’m tired of joyriding with deelo, we done bent through every block
j n-gga, f-ck scrib’ and f-ck pilgrim, we on both sides
waunte keep on poppin’ it on live, he got shot six times
ain’t catch one since they let me out, i’m sick, they ain’t outside
two six with a b-tton, watch it stutter, he gon’ feel these nines
how he survive a face shot, buddy, died off percs
had to tie the string around the dracy, but it still gon’ twerk
b-tch, tryna downplay the gz like we don’t get sh-t hurt
b-tch, i don’t want my hands up in your p-ssy, put it in your purse
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