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letra de baby boy - 28av

[intro: 28av]
(akachi in this motherf-cker!)
(basskids, answer your motherf-cking phone, n-gga)
b-tch i been a legend in this sh-t

[verse 1: 28av]
hoppin’ out that [?] like [?] boys
ice shine on wrist, b-tch i’m gang, feel me?
new [?] we hermie in that stage [?]
pull up on your block like that b-tch mine (b-tch mine)
b-tch, is she real? there ain’t no ’69
mo high-five, swinging like i’m on zip-line
opps hatin’, but they on a borrowed time
hop out my k!llers, they don’t beat loaf
backdoor, b-tch i finna l!ck the fours
yeah talkin’ lot of sh-t but i can back it up
i’on need a re-up, but i’ma not send my chop’
f-ck me good, bit’ might get her tummy tucked
[chorus: 28av]
see my [?] boot, rocking’ louis [?]
you ain’t shooting sh-t, b-tch don’t [?] shots
hoppin’ on that chang, whole lot of baby boy
in my lil’ hood, don’t like mop

[verse 2: lil mosey]
don’t fire, go in this whip, like i payed for it, imagine this, uh
i’ve been ballin’ like i’m paulo [?] can’t hope for nothin’
got my mama a brand new crib, i ain’t give these busts for nothin’
slidin’ wit’ my yeeky, pop like bubblegum
f-ckin’ on the opps, b-tch she give me rain, give me rain
she gon’ give me drives, then we break the bank, break the bank
n-ggas said i changed, but i still feel the same, feel the same
slidin’ in the lamb’, this is not a wraith
and they go, “skrrt-skrrt, it’s hot”
pull up wit’ a brand new block (drop)
they said it’s better on top (uh-huh)
but i fell in love wit’ the block (i did)
d-mn, i know (i know)
they put me back in my mode
you wanna try me at shows
pistol when i’m on the road
even when i’m wylin’, mama said she proud of me
i ain’t f-ck wit’ pills no more, used to pop them like they vitamins
i thought he’d know to shoot sh-t, i call her [?]man
can’t hop up in the studio, we talking like these b-tches not the end
[chorus: 28av]
see my [?] boot, rocking’ louis [?]
you ain’t shooting sh-t, b-tch don’t [?] shots
hoppin’ on that chang, whole lot of baby boy
in my lil’ hood, don’t like mop

[verse 3: 28av]
i’m the one you call me your “chainback”
the dinner, man, real sh-t, we don’t play them
real mob, fake cars, b-tches, stakes on
we at [?], plottin’ out the aim dot
first class from my hood, a complement of ya’
still hoppin’ out the old charger, and i been in the block
like, “bow”
them wit’ the blue bags
this ain’t from no church
dizzy like mans smirked
shawty she jump up, put that sh-t on
girl give me a head rush
brunette particular
like parked in the hand cap, no cap
baby she using my lingual, i stamp that, stamp that, uh
[?] ralf, yeah
whippin’ that lamb’, yeah

[chorus: 28av]
see my [?] boot, rocking’ louis [?]
you ain’t shooting sh-t, b-tch don’t [?] shots
hoppin’ on that chang, whole lot of baby boy
in my lil’ hood, don’t like mop

- 28av

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