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french montana & max b - here it is lyrics

[intro : max]
another young los cl-ssic
i usually don’t share these
but i’m put ma boy on this one
french montana, aka macaroni wit da cheese
it’s yo boy biggavel
it’s that c-ke wave
sing that sh-t baby (so groovy)

[hook]
baby, here it is / here it is
i’m just tryna handle my business / business
i’m a soldier(?) [?] just [?]
no wonder so many struggles is how i got older (older)
we did it once and we gon’ do it again (henn)

[verse 1 : max b]
see, i get at a n-gg- like its nothing, bigga back
why don’t you just cut them n-gg-s slack?
dippin’ in the track
me and french, on the bench
talkin’ sh-t, through the sh-t
now they love me [?]
[?] why don’t you get a n-gg- outta here?
baby mama think i don’t care
she be stressin’ me
told me kitty why you always gotta hit ’em
i’m a get ’em
cuz mama never raised a quitter
make them b-tches work, just to get the d-ck
baby you so talented
if you ever in trouble the lord will get you out of it
trick me baby not in here
i ain’t tryna go, wasn’t me
i didn’t give my cousin the keys, i was in the trees
probably [?] it, backseat f-ckin’ benz
slipped the jimmy and stuck it in
made her scream wavy for the first time
all these b-tches wanna be my wife
finally i seen the light

[hook]

[verse 2 : french montana]
max, what up?
got feds on a n-gg- back
shawty steady whinin’ we don’t spend time
heavy on the track (track)
right around the corner where them boys ran up on us
threw the burner in the bush
then they put them cuffs on me (f-ck)
watchin’ mama lookin’ thru the shades
see her boy in handcuffs (bye mom!)
couldn’t stop movin’ the tan stuff, man up
f-ck a pack, move weight
get mines off the top
get drops at the gate, with a paper for a plate
then dump ma n-gg- max’ c-ke wave
couples stacks, off day no tax
feed(?) that off wax
n-gg- need new [?] with [?]
all they respect is the pounds and the dough
all we try to do is to balance out the [?]
now we got the streets, ain’t nothin’ you can do (naah)
you don’t come close to that homie young los
max! (max) watch that money come back
montana!

[hook]

- french montana max b lyrics

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