Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Girl, artist - 21 Savage. Date of issue: 06.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baby Girl |
| Yeah, whole pointers 'round my muhfuckin' neck, ngga |
| Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, ngga |
| Yeah, i look like a blizzard, lil ngga |
| Yeah, too many chains, btch you can’t change |
| Yeah, treat these hoes like i ain’t got home training |
| Yeah, 10 inch chains, too many karats |
| Yeah, VVS ngga, real clarity |
| Yeah, i’m a gangsta, you a bitch, clearly |
| Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me |
| Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely |
| Yeah, Saint Laurent got your btch staring |
| Goyard bag, i’m on some other shit, bitch boy |
| Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy |
| You dropped outta school to jump out with that sick, boy |
| All you nggas get capped, i’m the real McCoy |
| Yeah, smoking cookie, ngga, Chips ahoy |
| Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying |
| No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shits foreign |
| Red, red, pee in the bed, got a ngga snoring |
| Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl |
| Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl |
| Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl |
| Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl |
| Yee ain’t talking 'bout money, i ain’t stayin', baby girl |
| Yee ain’t talking 'bout fuckin', i ain’t stayin', baby girl |
| Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl |
| Yeah, you got some cake, a ngga tryna bake it, girl |
| Stab a ngga up, this is shawshank redemption |
| Btch, i send hits, i don’t walk 'round with tension |
| Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent |
| Pull up with a choppers, ngga started running, not flinching |
| Btch, i’m John Gotti, i be running like henchmen |
| Btch, you better be a pro |
| 'cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dck |
| Btch, I’ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit |
| Btch, and 204, they makin' me biscuits |
| Hoe, i’m really rich, don’t know what a btch thought |
| VVS btch, they doin' a crip walk |
| nggas act like, you might as well hit chalk |
| My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork |
| Put it in a bowl and whip it till it ge t hard |
| I don’t smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid |
| I pull up with the stick and let this btch spark |
| Swear i would’ve shot that cracker if i was Rosa Parks |
| Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl |
| Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl |
| Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl |
| Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl |
| Yee ain’t talking 'bout money, i ain’t stayin', baby girl |
| Yee ain’t talking 'bout fuckin', i ain’t stayin', baby girl |
| Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl |
| Yeah, you got some cake, a ngga tryna bake it, girl |
| Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog |
| Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog |
| Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog |
| Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog |