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Baby Sitter (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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Nitin Randhawa You are watching a master at work You know I ain't come to play, let’s get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I’m her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin’ n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin’ at y'all fast, I’m on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him You tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me 'fore I go To feed the family, I ain't got no time to play with n***as (Ayy, what you see?) I see these n***as think they tough, you play with me, you know it’s up You think it's sweet then call my bluff and I'ma spank a n***a (Yeah) F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h I'ma die of old age whenever I die (What we gon' do?) Walk down on that n***a, f**k a drive-by (Yeah) His b*t*h came in with me but she ain't mine, mine (She not mine) Free my cousin 'til he free, he doin' time time (Let him free) I'm the motherf**kin' best but I'm not Khaled (Ayy, we the best) She like how I be dressin', ain't no salad (Uh-huh) Can't f**k with her, she messy, that's a hazard (Oh no) Tell the ref to blow the whistle, that b*t*h traveled (Brrt) F**k all that talkin', we 'bout action (What we 'bout?) You got a son, you play with me, your son a b*st*rd (Haha) That n***a trippin', why he laughin'? Nah, that's f**ked up, bro, you ain't have to goddamn bring the kids into it You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I'm her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h All of my homies used to get on my case like "When you 'bout to kill 'em?" Soon as I'm out of millions and my girl sprouts some children But I've been murderin' the game, almost out of victims This food for thought usually enough to feed a thousand pigeons I'm out here livin' if you wonder where I been though Sh*t bro, would you give it all up for these nymphos? I been broke then got rich, what's inside your wallet? Half man and half amazin', but that's just me bein' modest I'm an honest man My mama told me never put it on the lotto and I work for everything I get that is my motto, fam So when I die, these b*t*hes still can f**k my hologram, goddamn Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda With flows older than the first sold cold soda Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, blow doja I am like Iron Mike, back in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple A taser in a jammy, tackled By a neighbor with the family shackles Laboring a man he's gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (Chea!) on your rich lawn I was brought up Muslim and Christian I been studying Chrislam (Chea!) That's not a thing so I place this John In your chicks palm Give her something beautiful to kiss on 'Til I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as sh*t" Ah! You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I'm her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me Put my b*t*h up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet My Mama say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me 'Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me Yeah, n***as done tried and n***as done died, too many believers around me Yeah, I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me F**king these hoes 'til they be dying, don't catch a seizure on me See, Ferg used to move the product in the old school (Yeah) Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news(Right) My psycho b*t*h, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods F**king these cougars like a young n***a s'posed to I got your b*t*h up on the mattress while I'm flying OT (Woo!) I'm sick and tired of all the yapping, little n***a I'm your OG (Woo!) My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve (Come on!) And she countdown to the D, she be like "5-4-3" Shawty wanna be famous, don't it? (Who?) Say that she want a Patek with her name up on it (Patek, Patek) You gotta f**k on an opp and get 'em painted, earn it (Stripes, woo) I'm drippin', not slippin', my socks got Gucci Gang up on 'em (Drippin', I'm drippin') Squeeze the fire, make 'em back, back, back, back She got fleas, shoo fly, she's a nat, nat, nat, nat (Nat) I'm on lean, I be high, she on batch, I can't match (Nah) I got fiends in a line, shippin' the packs out the back I did the impossible (Hoo) I read the defense, then I had called an audible (Switch) Look like a sequence, Lambo' keep back to back crawlin' in (Skrrt) They said I wouldn't be sh*t, so f**k it, I had to go hard again (F**k it) 300, Sparta man (Sparta) I'm a barbarian (Barbarian), I'ma get my revenge (Mine) F**k on a thot and not at the spot, don't tell her what car I'm in (No) Keepin' my head above the water just like a shark fin (Shark) We got the narcs in (Narcs), chopper Clark Kent (Graow) Don't get boxed in (Hey) You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I'm her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h Sriracha, the flavor popper We gotcha, even haters jock us These choppers invade the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya You can bet that we doin' it proper When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie Ain't nobody gon' stop us, nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, and leave 'em with no conscience Even though I can achieve it no problem And even though I could've seen what they watchin' TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin' Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats Like I'm Eazy-E, Compton, I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping Credit Card max, bend the bars back F**k your hoe, get brain and all that Run in your house and bring your w**** back Sever your face and dead the doormat Who got the keys to the rented Corvette? Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black I been on that sh*t since Katt been on crack F**k that, I been nice way before that Can't ignore that, you can try though But you gon' end up next to Dido I'm that pen that wrote the Bible I'm on your skin like vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the high note Someone please let Elton John know Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal Why y'all n***as wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a n***a in the back With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track None of you n***as can act so y'all n***as are packed Come and get it again, f**kin' a b*t*h in the whip Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more (Joyner!) You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I'm her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h I can still remember (What?) tryna shop a deal (Uh-huh) From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it (Yeah), became an addict Funny 'cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell (What?) if I'd prevail (Huh?) And all I did was (What?) put nine-inch nails (Where?) In my eyelids now (What?) I'm seein' diamond sales like I'm in Zales (Yeah) Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldn't do anything in 'em I'd be splitting seams of denim when I'm spitting schemes Which really means, no "if," "ands," or "buts" are squeezin' in between You sleep on me 'cause you're only f**kin' with me in your dreams Not even when I'm on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when I'm dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip Your ho say I'm her favorite n***a (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f**k the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' n***a (Hah) Them b*t*hes aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper n***as' a** I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him F**k all them n***as and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, b*t*h
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