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Baby
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Lil Baby
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Wheezy outta here Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it I done caught so many flights I end up f**kin' all the stewardesses Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry Found I was rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me 'Nother b*t*h tellin' lies on the pu**y like she screwin' me Catch him down bad, that's his ass, n***a, you or me SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout robbin' me I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppers f**ked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars Every n***a with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us n***as actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that I make it look easy, but this sh*t really a process I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows I tell my b*t*h I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these b*t*hes showin' titties And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them b*t*hes' weaves I'm stallin' b*t*hes out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea And when I f**k her doggystyle the only time I'm on my knee I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please" I tell a b*t*h to shut up, you 'bout to f**k my nut up The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up Private plane, Wi-Fi, on the FaceTime with Johnny I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his d**k sucked? Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture? 'Cause n***a... Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer
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