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lil baby & dababy – quality control كلمات اغاني

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 out i’m rich, 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 ass, n_gga, 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, shootin’ choppas
i donе f_cked around and tried to go and leasе a helicopter
baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
and the haters watchin’ too hard, i think they got binoculars
every n_gga with me on go, it ain’t no stoppin’ us
n_ggas 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
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby probably got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby probably still drug dealin’
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ classics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby probably still sell reefer
huh? baby probably 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’ titties
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_gga
baby puttin’ on for the city
baby, he the realest, baby probably got a couple million
baby hang with four or five k!llers
baby got children, baby probably still drug dealin’
baby ain’t a trapper, he a rapper
baby makin’ classics, baby in the hood gettin’ active
baby keep it real with his people
baby like a preacher, baby probably still sell reefer

- lil baby dababy

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