Baby $hit

Lyrics

The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
 Champ (What's up? What's up?)
 James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
 Cocaine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Ayy, man, don't never fuck with a nigga that—
 That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
 The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
 I swear to God, on my mama, nigga
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit,
 I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
 Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin',
 Ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
 Versace robe drapin' like a nigga
 Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
 Fuckin' ball player baby mamas hit me
 When them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
 We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
 California blow, she got a 'caine habit
 I don't want the pussy if the gang had it
 Was a ho before she got the same habit
 Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
 Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
 I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
 Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
 Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
 Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
 Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
 Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
 Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
 Cougar pussy, I fuck a rich nigga wife
 Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
 Porsche engine, that bitch in the byke, byke
 Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
 Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
 Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
 Hit that proper until that bitch locked up
 Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
 R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
 Screw a bitch in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
 Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
 Go get your paper, bitch
 Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a
 Threesome with my new Australian bitch
 Versace robe drapin' like a nigga
 Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
 Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit
 Give them 36's to my side piece
 40 millimeter on the timepiece
 Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
 She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
 Keep them yucky bitches from around me
 Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
 Of a bitch I used to fuck with when I was
 Broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
 Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
 Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
 Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
 Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
 Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
 Cougar pussy, I fuck a rich nigga wife
 Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
 I'll be right back
 Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit
 Go get your paper, bitch
 Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
 I'm cookin' dope, be cleanin' baby shit
 Versace robe drapin' like a nigga
 Got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
 The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
 Tell the pussy niggas suck a baby dick, bitch
 Yeah, yeah yeah
 (Nothin' else to say, bitch, gang)
 (Yeah, yeah)
 You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
 It's not 'cause of the money, why?
 'Cause every miserable street junkie
 Every skinny who goes to bed hungry
 Because his momma is workin' for a fix
 Every nigga baby born with a "habit"
 Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:36
Key
2
Tempo
130 BPM

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