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Yeah, it’s all good
My bae from the bay
Turn it up
My bae from the bay

I got a bae from the bay, she ain’t even know it
Say you bag one but you ain’t even do it
Stop talkin’ bullsh, you ain’t even did
She know I’mma rapper, but she tellin’ me a poet
Booty so big, she can throw it
And she bout to bubble like she bout to deal with Moe
She tell me I should put her on and I be like ‘you know it’

You know it, you know it, you know it
Bae from the bay, that’s my girl
Usually I trip by the side girl
Usually I trip by the side yo
But tonight I ain’t into tellin’ lies, girl
I can see it in yo eyes, girl,
You the type that would hurt a nigga pride, girl
Body like you tryna win a prize, girl
Where you work out er’day, every time, girl?
Instagram got a nigga thirsty
Sports pride J and a Jersey
And she got a body like Teyana Taylor
And I’m with Tiana Hurly
The motherwhole shaped like curly
It got me goin’ down south, talkin’ dirty
That’s what you thinkin’ when you goin’ in my baybay
But she ain’t trippin’, she just got you on a journey

(Trippin’ these hoes)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Everything goes)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Count them stacks)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Got a bad lil’ bitch)
(And when I’m in trouble with the feds)
(She don’t say a word)
Cause that’s my bae (x4)

Bae bae, I’mma get payed, I’mma get the chips, so you can get there late
You just want the chick, so we are not the same
I don’t need a coat sign, got enough delay
Yay, make a couple fans when I walk thru
You ain’t even got a chance when you walk thru

Only mad cause I got a couple rich homies, so you know a nigga
Make a couple bands when I walk thru
I ain’t gotta holler, I just let ‘em come to me
She could come to you, but she’ll never come for free
Just for conversation, that’ll ring ya bout a G
And she don’t talk much, she just show you to the D
Yeah, train enough, she ready for the lift tits
You can tip her on the pole and she missed it
You ain’t even know, yung nigga gifted
And my nigga bang the same killa as the lipstick
Money is a must, you don’t do it domestic
Making it like I wished it, coulda been a statistic
Had to get in the game, these niggas ain’t even listed

That ain’t even in the ?, shout out my nigga Bzkit
I’mma go for the Mazi, you can go for the Civic
In the end I flix it, like it never existed
I just be doin’ me, you pro’ly would call a pimp shit
We just get the money, what the fuck is on yo biscuit?

(Trippin’ these hoes)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Everything goes)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Count them stacks)
Ain’t nuttin to a pimp (x2)
(Got a bad lil’ bitch)
(And when I’m in trouble with the feds)
(She don’t say a word)

Cause that’s my bae (x4)

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