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letra de baby lamb freestyle - jenvy

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[verse 1: jenvy]

one thing for sure, i ain’t never been a b-tch
my hoe keep a stick, but she don’t look like a witch (ay)
run up on your block with a kilo, shoot a couple shots then i lay low (lilo), ain’t talking about no stitch

i’m a crazy mother f-cker
rapping is my bread and b-tter
and you shudder when i utter
making hits just like a slugger
you a sucker

give it to them raw, f-ck a rubber
if you ain’t like my sh-t, move along, find another

because i’m k!lling this sh-t and causing a catastrophe
actually, in your girl’s room like a tapestry
that’s an -n-logy of my mentality
so many bodies, might study anatomy

please don’t get mad at me, and how i have to be, one of the greatest of latеst
you can’t even hate us, wе want to be famous and do shows in vegas, and give girls the tip like they waitresses

b-tch i’m 6′ 2” screaming f-ck you
pull up to the 901, someone catching hands if they want to
don’t give a f-ck who, tell me what you gon do
run through, chilling with the crew and we all new
i control the keys, but i can’t believe
that they in a dream, how they sleep on me
i see many z’s, but it’s all cool
they gon wake up soon
and realize they ain’t with the times but they can’t undo

yax, yax, yax

[verse 2: mattferg]

i’m riding this coupe, but i ain’t even started it
shooting the shot, there’s no way that you guarding it
i be on top, while you at the bottom

and there’s no way that you can come back from that
i got the racks (rax)
i do the show and it’s packed
i see my bank and it’s stacked
the bentley is covered in black, and you cannot come back from that

i’m a baby lamb, but i act like the goat
you ain’t throwing yax? then you really got to go
running up the bands, yea, i never, ever slow
oh that’s your girl? yea, she on the third floor

go lambda chi and they all say “yea!”
atm, and they all paid out
who that boy? and they all say matt
i rock with the gun and i walk with a smile
you walk to the money, i run by the mile
been in the building, i got all the style
when i pull up, i’m just tearing it down
i’m catching the heat, obj on the browns

thought i was done, i’m just touching the ground
knocking you out, i live through all the rounds
driving the foreign, i paid it in pounds
i’m driving the foreign, i paid it in pounds

[verse 3: attaway]

(uh, yuh)

i been going in, i ain’t never gon stop
2020, they gon see me at the top
feeling like drizzy because these b-tches come nonstop

suck it so good, yea, throat need a cough drop
4 wheels and a drop-top
going so fast in the gt, on the rooftop
ass so fat, got her pictures on my desktop (godd-mn)

new keys
new whip
she ain’t love me so it’s on to the next b-tch
counting up money, now she feel rich
drive out to cali, then we hit the golden gate bridge
i ain’t got to say sh-t (i ain’t got to say sh-t)
me and my team always stay lit
i just be chilling in my zone
everything i’m saying coming straight from the dome
too many bad b-tches blowing up my phone (on god)

put your motherf-cking hands up if you feeling me
baby mama say she feeling me
3-peat, now i feel like i’m a trilogy
talking all that sh-t, but it really ain’t k!lling me

throw up the letters
f-ck a bad b-tch in my lambda chi sweater
when she show up to the house, you gon wish you never met her
baby lambs, gon shoot you with a beretta (on god)

(uh, uh, uh)
(let’s get it!)

- jenvy

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