Paroles de la chanson Baby $hit par Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
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Paroles de la chanson Baby $hit par Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
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
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
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
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
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?
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
'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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