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letra de barlem bin laden - baby flaco

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco, flaco)
i got more sh-lls and more bombs than bin laden (sh-lls)
catch a p-ssy n-gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?][0:26], you better back in
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p-ssy magic
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in”

[post-chorus]
i don’t f-ck with snakes, n-gga, i won’t let no rats in
she tryna shop at pacsun, i’m tryna get them packs in
i don’t f-ck with opp n-ggas, i mix up lean with ricen
way my n-ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “tyson”

[verse 1]
music so d-mn hard, you pay me to speak, it cost a light ten (woah)
i got a white b-tch in my dms, she got a white benz
baby, pull up on me with your white friends (white friends)
she know i’m so lit, she tryna have my kids (hol’ on, hol’ on)

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco)
i got more sh-lls and more bombs than bin laden (sh-lls)
catch a p-ssy n-gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?], you better back in (back in)
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p-ssy magic (hol’ on, hol’ on)
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in” (hol’ on, hol’ on)
[verse 2]
n-gga want my partner, all these b-tches fightin’
had to kick the b-tch out, she gettin’ too d-mn roudy
she tryna have my kids, now i’m f-ckin’ on the nanny
i will never stop ’til i got a couple grammys
she don’t got no bbl, she know she got that fatty
and she so d-mn nasty
she tryna get my attention, she keep taggin’ me in captions

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco, flaco)
i got more sh-lls and more bombs than bin laden
catch a p-ssy n-gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?], you better back in
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p-ssy magic
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in”

[post-chorus]
i don’t f-ck with snakes, n-gga, i won’t let no rats in
she tryna shop at pacsun, i’m tryna get them packs in
i don’t f-ck with opp n-ggas, i mix up lean with ricen (hol’ on)
way my n-ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “tyson”

[outro]
way my n-ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “mike tyson”
f-ck n-gga, word to pacquiao, finna beat them bodies, let’s do it

- baby flaco

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