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mizzle mac - posted a baby lyrics

[mac!
huh, huh]

(it’s like— i can’t do the n+gga with the kids ‘cause i can’t do the n+gga babymomma’
can’t do the n+gga babymomma’—)

ghosted that n+gga ‘cause he posted a baby
whole cl!ck of k!llers, post a pic for the ladies
caption it, “lovers,” now he calling me crazy
‘magine me covered in that sh+t on a daily

‘magine me happy, b+tch imagine my mama
don’t shoot ‘bout hoes, i act a fool ‘bout a comma
ain’t do the hit.. i’m like barack with osama
i go by mac(kie) but the glock be the charmer

i heard he can’t stand the rain, ol’ p+ssy elliot
i heard he ran back to his town, that boy was barely hit
i’ll do the business with no sound if it was fairly split
who n+ggas kidding with the rounds? my n+ggas rarely quit

and i cut my cousin off, but his baby mama cool with mе
my b+tch in miu miu so you know i keep a tulle with me
this n+gga tricking, said he don’t know what to do with mе
he brought his b+tch in, she didn’t know he just a clue to me
n+ggas been switching up ain’t nothing new
i’m asking god to lead my way, and check my crew

babygirl said she don’t know me no more, ‘cause i won’t let ha’
got this cash, don’t gotta’ blow on a wh0re.. buy a beretta

she asked me, “who you tell yo’ secrets to?,” said, “protools..”
just can’t be sharing all my problems, i don’t know you

“really, who you tell yo’ secrets to?”.. sh+t, photo
if he can’t picture what i’m saying it’s a no go
i drop it finish drop it rough i know it’s gone go
i met that n+gga not so tough, and he a —

built like a barbie, but he be calling me brat
try not to start me, why it’s hard to do that?
we tried this far thing, it ain’t smart i do maps
we see us parting, why it start from the scratch?

this b+tch be cheating when she think i’m cheating..
this b+tch be creeping while she think i’m creeping
watch who i’m eating, watch whoever teaching
these n+ggas reaching while you out here beaching

ghosted that n+gga ‘cause he posted a baby
whole cl!ck of k!llers, post a pic for the ladies
caption it, “lovers,” now he calling me crazy
‘magine me covered in that sh+t on a daily
(yeah, i know them n+ggas hating..)

i like to spend money, ain’t no such thing as using me
ballin’ out at neiman marcus, b+tch that’s how i paid the fee
me, and yo’ n+ggas not the same.. b+tch don’t treat me equally
knocking all these ho’s down.. like what the f+ck is creed to me?
i’m a disrespectful ass n+gga.. what you see in me?
bet yo’ n+gga get outta’ line and he gon’ be [?] on my feet
seen that boy in person, he wa’n’t steppin’ the same way he tweet
we gon’ paint a perfect picture of ‘em.. if he hit the street
ain’t no money going in the crib, outside all week
all these b+tches trynna eat+eat can’t get ‘em off me
her n+gga can’t get the job done.. so she call me
i ain’t rockin’ gucci, taking n+ggas ho’s in white tee’s
all about that check like my last name nike
imma make a film witcho’ b+tch like i’m spike lee
n+gga gotta problem he gon’ have to shoot or fight me

- mizzle mac lyrics

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