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It Is What It Is lyrics

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It Is What It Is song lyrics by Big Sean official

It Is What It Is is a song in English

And I'm about to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
Yeah, whoa (Run it back Turbo)

B-i-g, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets (gets)
Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz (what?)
I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho
It is what it is

Run that shit back, Turbo!
Let's go, let's go
It's simple, but it ain't easy (whoa, whoa)
I got it figured out (whoa)
Run that back, Turbo!

Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool
And she never dryin' off
Chef up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf
And hell yeah, it's flyin' off
Fuck is you talkin' about, stupid?
We outta here, baby, yeah, I'm signing off
Boy, let's go
Whole different breed, you know
My life a whole different degree, you know
Tryin' to flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital PNO
On the west side of the D it was cold
Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know
We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds
And just roll up our sleeves, you know
Understand nigga came straight out the concrete
It wasn't no beach with a breeze, you know
Mobbin' like Paul, capeesh, you know
'Cause nigga need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)
Took a long to the top (top)
Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve)
Face all on the front page
I don't give a fuck about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon' see who get the fuckin' last laugh
And we doin' more numbers than- (what?)
Still doin' more numbers than hashtags
Yeah, big business with a fat staff
In the crib alone, havin' flashbacks
Like I really sacrificed it all
Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-i-g, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets
Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though that's 'cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz
I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho
It is what it is

Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business
I run up them racks independent
Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling, I can go blow me a million
Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I play on the Pistons
No time to wait, I'm a hit in this 'Cat, hope they payin' attention
They try turn their back on the realists
Ain't work with the world, ain't mean nothin' you ain't feel us
Nigga all hype, we some villains, my competition are like all of my children
Me like the top, I can fuck but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin'
Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice
Nigga know they can't see me
Saint Laurent lens, want a light bright, can't nobody dim it
Big body Benz, me and my twin and it's fuck all the critics
You ain't my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks
Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light, I play with her kitty

B-i-g, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets
Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz
I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho
It is what it is (it is)

It is, yeah
It is what it is
It is
Fuck it, it is what it is
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Chandler A. Great, Omar Perrin, Sean Anderson, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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