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letra de mr. cbfw - babydrill

[intro: baby drill]
(welcome to first class)
n-gga, b-tch got it rollin’
i mean come on
i been poppin’ my sh-t before the deal, b-tch (before the deal)
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[chorus: baby drill]
mr. can’t be f-cked with (can’t be f-cked with, n-gga)
i’m mr. can’t be f-cked with (can’t be f-cked with, n-gga)
mr. can’t be f-cked with
this sh-t around my neck gon’ get your dumb ass bust quick
load it up, hop out let me load em’ up
love slimin’ on n-ggas, ’cause they p-ssy, they ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
love to get real busy, with these glizzies, make the swishers jump
f-ck n-gga can’t even pull up to my hood without getting sprayed up
[verse 1: baby drill]
you drop the diss and mention me
you must don’t know i’m a k!ller
still the same n-gga from the block, i just got bigger pistols
mr. walk ’em down, baby drill, b-tch you know i’m official
sh-t got personal, face shot, id that boy by dinner
keyman tried to run from me, shot him with his sister
i don’t step on lotta these n-ggas, come and catch the k!ller
2022 they mad as f-ck, bankroll gettin’ bigger
all these n-gga rat, no mickey mouse, they more like stuart little
chopper kickin’ doors and wipin’ nose, i made like six figures
we spin on n-ggas block back to back, we k!lled like six n-ggas
b-tch i got get back for the get back they claimin’ they was k!llers
how you let ’em slime your gun and stay back chillin’ with them
that n-gga too green

[chorus: baby drill]
mr. can’t be f-cked with (can’t be f-cked with, n-gga)
i’m mr. can’t be f-cked with (can’t be f-cked with, n-gga)
mr. can’t be f-cked with
this sh-t around my neck gon’ get your dumb ass bust quick
load it up, hop out let me load em’ up
love slimin’ on n-ggas, ’cause they p-ssy, they ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
love to get real busy, with these glizzies, make the swishers jump
f-ck n-gga can’t even pull up to my hood without getting sprayed up
[verse 2: g herbo]
in my hood its so much blood drippin’ b-tch its spilt
at this point my opps so f-ckin’ soft, hand ’em quilts
on they strip we like the handyman we been drillin’
in my land i’m first to touch a hundred, call me wilt
so i can’t be f-cked with
up my gl!ck i bust quick
decisions be like strict religion you get k!lled for f-ck sh-t
we blitzin’ and my finger itchin’ let me show my sk!lls
i’m in the a, when i’m out the way i hit up baby drill (baby drill)
we chalk em up on walk ups then get behind the wheel
trynna see his brains, thats how i feel when i get high on pills
bag on they head i want everybody dead, thats how i feel
two choppers and three 50s filled with lead, thats how i chill
no limit can’t be f-cked with

- babydrill

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