letra de belieber - baby kia
[intro]
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i don’t know why he hold that gun up in that picture, he did not pop it
n-gga, think he hard, we prove him wrong, bro pulled through all [?]
this is not no gun, it’s a rpg, jump out and hit the rocket
he came in the hot box, we had flipped it, now he’s in a locket
put all his fingers in the bowl and make his mama eat ’em
she cryin’ bout she miss her son, if she don’t eat, i bet she meet ’em
jump out with a all-white arp, i call it justin bieber
n-gga [?] burnt, this micro give a n-gga jungle fever
[verse]
walk down on camera, f-ck a witness , i don’t care who a witness
leave a n-gga face planted on the wall, just like two light switches
i could get less but what you’re saying, let alone, what you heard
[?], but i am not from the ‘burbs
that’s srt too geeked, wide body, fat, f-ck ’round and hit the curb
he think this sh-t sweet, catchin’ me crash at night, come out and learn
i heard he chillin’ with his b-tch, have lil’ bro sn-tch the purse
don’t fall for the bait, he in that corner store, step back tap the burst
we got that [?], no, he super fried
wait ’til he got somewhere else to go, blow up his uber ride
[?] jump out trippin’ with that micro, n-gga, ready to drill
the ar-15 long to big [?] shoot for the hip
ar-15 long, come [?] , so i shoot from the waist
f-ck n-gga, walk off trippin’ [?], better say his grace
he just don’t know ‘fore he get wrong, get turned into a plate
these young n-ggas, [?] sh-t in the wild, f-ck that a couple days
f-ck n-gga, we love beef
and he the type to drive by, we jump out and get on feet
i trade bank rolls in for bodies, young n-ggas clap sh-t up for me
he keep on hiding, he just don’t know that bk just love to seek
[chorus]
i don’t know why he hold that gun up in that picture, he did not pop it
n-gga, think he hard, we prove him wrong, bro pulled through all [?]
this is not no gun, it’s a rpg, jump out and hit the rocket
he came in the hot box, we had flipped it, now he’s in a locket
put all his fingers in the bowl to make his mama eat ’em
she cryin’ bout she miss her son, if she don’t eat, i bet she meet ’em
jump out with a all-white arp, i call it justin bieber
n-gga [?] burnt, this micro give a n-gga jungle fever
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