letra de el baby - babys world
[intro]
yeah
(geno on this motherf-cker)
[chorus]
grind somethin’ stupid, need my ass beat (hmm)
two moves straight to cali’, now the bag cheap (gone)
all we do is break rules like it’s last key
paid a thousand for these shoes, call ’em black cleats (ha)
it’s time to check these n-ggas’ rap sheets (check)
we ’bout to put a press on n-ggas’ backstreets (press)
one call, make a mess, n-ggas rap beef (shh)
all we do is like to ball and n-ggas act sweet (ball)
[verse 1]
loud reeking, got the dogs in the backseat (chill)
the hook sinking through my drawers ’cause i pack heat
they tried to hit me with the book, but i got cheese
a young n-gga really blessed, i did not sneeze (hmm)
they tried to put me to the test, sh-t, i got fees (tried)
the first piece was sis, now it’s all vs
hard to blink my left eye ’cause we drop threes (drop)
we’ve been pressing all summer, let the opps breathe (hmm)
three bands on a coat, that’s with no sleeves (hmm, canada)
shh, n-ggas holdin’ on the ropes, rather cop pleas (b-tch-ass n-ggas, hmm)
hmm, yeah, i’m known as the goat, i only cop p’s (youngest n-gga grabbin’ that i know)
huh, push start with a remote, we don’t got keys (shh, start it up)
[chorus]
grind somethin’ stupid, need my ass beat
two moves straight to cali’, now the bag cheap (ha)
all we do is break rules like it’s last key (yeah)
paid a thousand for these shoes, call ’em black cleats (cleats)
it’s time to check these n-ggas’ rap sheets (check)
we ’bout to put a press on n-ggas’ backstreets (hmm)
one call, make a mess, n-ggas rap beef (how?)
all we do is like to ball and n-ggas act sweet (yeah)
[verse 2]
big b’s on my feet, lookin’ like a g (cruising)
triple c’s in my cup while i’m on the beach (b-tch)
a hundred g’s in a month like i run with meek (yeah)
used to see these n-ggas stunt with they mans’ quiche
treat these n-ggas like my son, i come from the street (hmm)
my grown b-tch like ’em young, she a d-mn freak (for real)
my young b-tch suck her thumb, she so d-mn geeked (geeked)
my first trip was that one, i got them tans cheap (b-tch)
got along with the blender, n-ggas sellin’ bleach (ha)
i’m at home while they sendin’, catchin’ lonesome lee (woah)
red bone, she the thickest, she a georgia peach (i swear)
fed bone, i’ma risk it, on a flight with weed (hmm)
[chorus]
grind somethin’ stupid, need my ass beat (grinding)
two moves straight to cali’, now the bag cheap (i got it)
all we do is break rules like it’s last key
paid a thousand for these shoes, call ’em black cleats (walking)
it’s time to check these n-ggas’ rap sheets (check)
we ’bout to put a press on n-ggas’ backstreets (press)
one call, make a mess, n-ggas rap beef (hmm)
all we do is like to ball and n-ggas act sweet (ha)
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