GRAMMY PARTY
Dababy
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I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (yeah) Let's go, nigga Huh? (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you- I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp You know I step 'bout business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (yeah) You know I don't care 'bout feelings (yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (let's go) You know she want me to f*ck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (yeah) Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side (yeah) Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small, I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog, she let me spank on 'em I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas I crank up that Rolls-Royce and go to the bank on 'em (skrr, skrr) Come get my key, I'm at the back with it, I'm on tequila, don't know the name of it Got drunk as f*ck, I had a hangover, 'bout to go buy my BM the new Ranger Rover These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em, ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my motherfuckin' name on her Bitch, I'm a dog I'm in the cage on 'em, I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em We let it out, f*ck her, and lay on her She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it These niggas carry their gun every now and then, I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of their face on it Bitch, I'm a dog I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you- I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp You know I step 'bout business (yeah), she gon' respect my pimpin' (yeah) You know I don't care 'bout feelings (yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (let's go) You know she want me to f*ck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (no) I tell 'em new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (yeah, ho) Yeah Bitch Yeah Let's go
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Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Josh Goldenberg, Benjamin Falik, Edgar Ferrara
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