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letra de baby - quality control, lil baby & dababy

[intro: future]
wheezy outta here

[verse 1: lil baby]
yeah, rest in peace to bankroll‚ show ’em how to do it
baby goin’ crazy‚ he been gettin’ straight to it
i done caught so many flights i end up f-ckin’ all the stewardesses
catch me in atlanta‚ no security with my jewelry
found all them rings, my baby mama talkin’ suin’ me
‘nother b-tch tellin’ lies on the p-ssy like she screwin’ me
catch him down bad, that’s his -ss‚ n-gg-, you or me
si diamonds on the chain, he ain’t foolin’ me
we was skippin’ school on the train‚ duckin’ truancy
my main partner turned into a rat, he talkin’ ’bout rod and me
i pray the judge give that boy a bond so i can pop him
we was in the hood, sellin’ bags, shroom, trap exotic
f-cked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
and the haters watchin’ too hard, i think they got binoculars
every n-gg- with me on go, it ain’t no stoppin’ us
n-gg-s actin’ like they got the bag, i’m tryna stop it up
do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
all you gotta do is say it’s smoke, then we’re poppin’ up
baby got the streets on hold, he ain’t drop yet
i’ve been goin’ hard, it’s gon’ be hard for you to top that
i make it look easy, but this sh-t really a process
i’m really a millionaire, still in the projects

[chorus: lil baby]
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby prolly got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby prolly still drug dealin
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ cl-ssics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby prolly still sell reefer

[verse 2: dababy]
huh? baby prolly still got them ‘bows
i tell my b-tch i’m faithful, but i still got the hoes
baby gettin’ jiggy, on stage with the glizzy
baby ceo, he shake the game like he diddy
you would think it’s mardi gras, i got these b-tches showin’ t-tties
and i ain’t throwin’ beads, i pull them b-tches’ weaves
i’m stallin’ b-tches out, if i’m a dog, then she a flea
and when i f-ck her doggy style the only time i’m on my knee
i barely wanna hit her, got her beggin’, “baby, please”
i tell a b-tch to shut up, you ’bout to f-ck my nut up
the label’s ceo keep beggin’ me to keep the gun up
they know, you play with baby, baby beat him, cut up
private plane, wifi, on the facetime with johnny
i told him ice my wrist up, i like to hold my fist up
how that boy dababy in the air not gettin’ his d-ck sucked?
why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
’cause n-gg-…

- quality control lil baby dababy

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