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Performed By: MLM Maddy Madd
Language: English
Length: 1:37
Written by: Ahmad Burems




MLM Maddy Madd - Outro Lyrics




It took a minute, they ain't think that I blow So many pounds in the trap, you think I grow
They taxed us, but now we got em for the low Step on the dog with the fetty like a floor
I'm in my momma kitchen cookin' like a chef And baby girl blow my whistle like a ref
I'm blowin' Cali Cookie Chronic on my breath This word punchin' me like Tyson hit my chest

Ain't in the mix, I can't afford to miss no play Too many snitchin' so I'm stayin' out the way
I whip the powder, rock the baby, Dr. J I'm in my city with a vest and a K
I dump exotic plus I really cook and move my blow
You niggas Instagram cap, you do the shit for show

I'm in a mansion with a half a million on the floor
I tax the city but my niggas get it for the low
I made a promise to myself that I'll never fake it
I stay down with my grind cause I know how I make it

Plus I'm a gangster, I deserve it, never made a statement
You can't relate cause you a rat and I'm just bein' blatant
Pink slip right off the lot, don't do no down payments
The underdog, I started at the bottom like a basement

Now, I'm the shit like iPhone so you gon' have to face it
Nah, this is not a competition, this is your replacement
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It took a minute, they ain't think that I blow So many pounds in the trap, you think I grow
They taxed us, but now we got em for the low Step on the dog with the fetty like a floor
I'm in my momma kitchen cookin' like a chef And baby girl blow my whistle like a ref
I'm blowin' Cali Cookie Chronic on my breath This word punchin' me like Tyson hit my chest

Ain't in the mix, I can't afford to miss no play Too many snitchin' so I'm stayin' out the way
I whip the powder, rock the baby, Dr. J I'm in my city with a vest and a K
I dump exotic plus I really cook and move my blow
You niggas Instagram cap, you do the shit for show

I'm in a mansion with a half a million on the floor
I tax the city but my niggas get it for the low
I made a promise to myself that I'll never fake it
I stay down with my grind cause I know how I make it

Plus I'm a gangster, I deserve it, never made a statement
You can't relate cause you a rat and I'm just bein' blatant
Pink slip right off the lot, don't do no down payments
The underdog, I started at the bottom like a basement

Now, I'm the shit like iPhone so you gon' have to face it
Nah, this is not a competition, this is your replacement
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Writer: Ahmad Burems
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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