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letra de idk you - babystaydown

[intro]
ayy
uh, uh, uh
all these b-tch-ass n-ggas in my face
i don’t f-ck with none of y’all b-tch-ass n-ggas (ayy, i don’t f-ck with none of y’all n-ggas)
but you tryna ride my wave
but this ship sailed, b-tch-ass n-gga
yeah
let’s go, let’s go (yeah)

[chorus]
who the f-ck these n-ggas? who the f-ck these b-tches? i don’t know these people
and i shoot that glizzy with my n-gga ’cause i know he with me
all about my gang, let off some flame, we burn a whole building
he got hit, lookin’ like, “who shot ya?”
lil’ boy out here thinkin’ with his d-ck and then they gotcha
reggae music in that f-ckin’ box, we slide with rasta
bad italian b-tch gon’ slurp my d-ck up like mеat pasta
told that ho i’m with my b-tch right now, so please don’t bother

[verse]
this b-tch suck my d-ck without consеnt, but i ain’t stop her
she call me her daddy, she grew up with no father
say she f-cked up sh-t, no, you ain’t mean it, that’s your problem
pills and weed the only thing i need to solve these problems
you know me, i keep sh-t too street, i’m ’bout that dollar
now you mad i f-ck with shorty, when i wanted you, made it seem ain’t for you
not to mention you ungrateful, all that you act like i ain’t did for you
try to explain your side, your words twisted like a coil
who the f-ck these new faces? i don’t know you
tried to compromise and give it time, but you don’t give a f-ck about what i been through
you say i’m actin’ funny ’cause i’m gettin’ distant
i don’t wanna talk, i don’t wanna vent
four n-ggas pull up, then n-ggas hop out, them shots hit the backseat, didn’t know what to do
see the n-gga on the ground like d-mn, he don’t know what to do
n-gga declare that smoke, then he got smoked up like some bamboo
thot b-tch let me and my n-gga f-ck like she in scandal (she in scandal, ayy)
that f-ck n-gga played, i’ma get him handled
yeah, catch a body, don’t catch that b-tch on camera
outside late night by myself, he try, i’ll blam him
they try to do the sh-t i do, but it won’t last long
miss ot, man, i wish heaven had a dial tone
[chorus]
who the f-ck these n-ggas? who the f-ck these b-tches? i don’t know these people
and i shoot that glizzy with my n-gga ’cause i know he with me
all about my gang, let off some flame, we burn a whole building
he got hit, lookin’ like, “who shot ya?”
lil’ boy out here thinkin’ with his d-ck and then they gotcha
reggae music in that f-ckin’ box, we slide with rasta
bad italian b-tch gon’ slurp my d-ck up like meat pasta
told that ho i’m with my b-tch right now, so please don’t bother

- babystaydown

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