| I’m like fuck it, let the beat build, nigga
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| I do my own thing, ain’t worry 'bout how he feel nigga, let’s go
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| Special ed, yeah, I’m a re-re nigga
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| Can I get a re? |
| (Ahem) Yeah, a refill, nigga
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| Ya favorite rapper say he fuckin' with Baby, somebody lied
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| Play with ya kids, 'cause the last nigga played me, somebody died (Yeah, yeah)
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| Playin' both sides, go play the victim, oh, now they cryin'
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| I water park when I slip in my baby, she let me slide
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| Chocolate-ass nigga (Yeah), real nigga rockstar
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| Platinum sellin' popstar, poppin'-ass nigga (Pop)
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| My bitch is like a Barbie, woo like I’m Pop Smoke
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| I lift up one leg when she drop that ass, nigga (Drop)
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| Shade Room, baby (Shade), shade who?
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| Everybody blame you, you ballin' like you Babe Ruth, baby (Huh)
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| Blame it on Baby, I let the beat build (Wait a minute, who are you?)
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| Okay K.i.D, drop the beat and watch me take it home, baby (Let's go)
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| I get chicken, no tender
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| Fine lil' bitches on Twitter
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| Denyin' all these hoes on Insta
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| Brand new drip
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| I wear it one time like a nigga can’t fit it
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| Blame it on Baby, a greasy lil' nigga (Grease)
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| iPhone ringin', who is it? |
| (Brr)
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| Probably some lil' nigga bitch
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| He fuck with my old ho
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| And he think he hurtin' my feelings, I already hit (Haa), psych
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| He must ain’t heard about Baby
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| He must not know about Jon Jon
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| I heard they shut down the airport
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| Hopped on a jet to LA, bitch, I’m ballin' like Bron-Bron
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| BDB, we gon' cut up regardless
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| I know I’m on top, I’m a target
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| My young nigga ballin' like Giannis
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| You play, we gon' pull up and shoot
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| Top floor of the penthouse, biggest one still in Charlotte (Let's go)
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| I know these hoes gon' creep
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| I’ll never be a fool and think that she me
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| I’m the type to let a ho do what she want
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| I’m the type to let a bitch do what she please (Please)
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| I ain’t breakin' bread, I’m cheap
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| Nine out of ten of these niggas naive
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| Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat
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| Lettin' all these hoes run away with yo' cheese, (Slow down, slow down) please
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| I’m startin' to think that y’all the police, nigga
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| You know that shit you see on IG, you don’t know me, nigga, let’s go
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| You crossed the line, gon' have to show me nigga
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| They be like «Why you switched the beat?» |
| Because my flow neat, nigga
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| «I thought he couldn’t switch the flow, how the hell he switchin' the beat up?»
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| They don’t know who they fuckin' with, do this shit with my feet up
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| Yawning on these niggas, sit back, go to sleep
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| I get woke by a lil freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up
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| 300K in cash, probably still’ll pull out a Visa
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| Ain’t goin' on a date, tell a bitch to order a pizza
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| Gon' end up eatin' Domino’s, I can’t even lie
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| I’m a player, I had all kind of hoes way before the designer clothes
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| I put on a sweatsuit and leave with ya ho
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| A whole arena full of people to see me at the show, you know?
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| I rock the show and I lay low with my freak
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| It ain’t too many rappers that can fuck with me, and she know, let’s go
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| I know these hoes gon' creep
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| I’ll never be a fool and think that she me
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| I’m the type to let a ho do what she want
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| I’m the type to let a bitch do what she please (Please)
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| I ain’t breakin' bread, I’m cheap
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| Nine out of ten of these niggas naive
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| Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat
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| Lettin' all these hoes run away with yo' cheese, please |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BLAME IT ON BABY , by - DaBaby. Song from the album BLAME IT ON BABY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп