letra de baton rouge - bbyafricka
[chorus]
your n-gga call me blue bayou ’cause i stay in the mood
two red bones in the back seat on the way to baton rouge
he love me ’cause i’m model skinny, and i’m bad and rude
don’t come to me, it’s nothing, you claim him, that’s just my boo
i’m from la where we jumpin’ b-tches, f-ck a one-on-one
and my homegirl ran up with me too, do that make her the one?
n-ggas wanna fight, then get beat up and find somewhere to run
p-ssy n-gga, he can’t hold his own so now he hold a gun
[verse 1]
p-ssy b-tch, he can’t hold his own so now he hold a stick
i ain’t new to money, i ain’t new to good d-ck, i am not your b-tch
translation, i ain’t never needin’ n-ggas, nope, not for sh-t
i ain’t never needed you, n-ggas needed me, n-ggas need they fix
i’m a cold b-tch, ’round the time when i pull up, hoe, grab a vicks
you a old b-tch, out of work, still tryna lease, get your own sh-t
stomp the b-tch out, then help her up, then stomp her out again
you playin’ with the wrong b-tch, i’m that b-tch that’s gon’ play to win
[chorus]
your n-gga call me blue bayou ’cause i stay in the mood
two red bones in the back seat on the way to baton rouge
he love me ’cause i’m model skinny, and i’m bad and rude
don’t come to me, it’s nothing, you claim him, that’s just my boo
i’m from la where we jumpin’ b-tches, f-ck a one-on-one
and my homegirl ran up with me too, do that make her the one?
n-ggas wanna fight, then get beat up and find somewhere to run
p-ssy n-gga, he can’t hold his own so now he hold a gun
[verse 2]
break your window, glock, took them out ways, but i ain’t nba
i’m goin’ to the league and dunkin’ on b-tches that’s in the way
b-tches slidin’ down, i’m ridin’ ’round like a mta
scopin’ out ya town, finna turn this sh-t to gta
and i won’t stress about her, i won’t think twice, i smoke dope all day
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pants sag, hair ginger red, pro club
blowin’ purple, i’m a star in the hood, b-tch, i won
[chorus]
your n-gga call me blue bayou ’cause i stay in the mood
two red bones in the back seat on the way to baton rouge (and they kissin’)
he love me ’cause i’m model skinny, and i’m bad and rude
don’t come to me, it’s nothing, you claim him, that’s just my boo
i’m from la where we jumpin’ b-tches, f-ck a one-on-one
and my homegirl ran up with me too, do that make her the one?
n-ggas wanna fight, then get beat up and find somewhere to run
p-ssy n-gga, he can’t hold his own so now he hold a gun
[outro]
p-ssy n-gga
yeah, you a p-ssy n-gga
see a whole lot of p-ssy n-ggas
yeah, you ain’t never had no p-ssy, did ya?
yeah
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