| Hahahaha
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| Oh yeah (Billion Dollar Baby)
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| Ayy, yeah
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| Twinkle twinkle, I’m a star (Yeah)
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| Who want a drink? |
| I’m at the bar (Ayy)
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| My favorite freak, I hit it raw (Oh yeah)
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| A lot of reefer, no cigar (Ayy)
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| I’ve got a leaf up in the car (Ayy)
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| No, I don’t smoke it, I just sell it (Oh yeah)
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| Ain’t givin' nothing out on credit (Ayy, ayy)
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| So come and see me when you ready (Ayy, ayy)
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| Don’t make me rain on your parade (Ayy)
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| I love my niggas like I’m gay (Ayy)
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| Go to hell and we don’t pray (Ayy)
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| I’m fresh as hell look at my fade (Fade)
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| Bitch, can’t you tell it? |
| I’m the wave (The wave)
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| I can pay for your bitch to get off (Oh yeah)
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| She keep tellin' me all of your business
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| I can’t wait for that bitch to quit talkin' (Turn up)
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| I can’t wait for my clique start ballin'
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| Pull that cash out, whatever
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| Got a new broad that’s my Cinderella
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| I fuck her friends she gon' prolly get jealous (Ayy, ayyy)
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| I got sauce drippin' on some chips
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| I can’t get lost in the sauce, I be pimpin'
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| Fuck what it cost, I’m a boss, I’m gonna spend it
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| I’m not fallin' off ‘cause I’m ‘bout my business, yeah
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| And I’m gettin' money my nigga, ain’t got my witness (For real)
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| I used to sneak in when my nigga was fuckin' and rob all the bitches (Still)
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| Somebody come home, I can’t leave out the door so I jump out the window (I'm
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| gone)
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| Then I started sellin' pounds out the rental car
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| Pull up tell me what you spendin' (Just pull up, just pull up)
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| And I’m known for finessin', I rob you for your money don’t need a pistol (Oh
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| yeah)
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| I ran off on the plug because drugs he front me is too expensive (Nah, nah)
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| Now I go get them racks for a show, and I swear it’s hell of a feeling (I go
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| get the racks)
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| (What you want for a feature?) Go ask my manager, I don’t remember (Ayy, ayy)
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| I’m right back on the road, don’t got no time for these hoes, now they yellin'
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| their feelings (Eh, eh)
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| And free my cousin Dots, free my nigga Rell, they’re both locked up in prison
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| (Prison)
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| I pull up with a chauffeur, hop out the suburban just like I’m P Diddy (I pull
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| up, I pull up)
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| They let me off probation and I’m ‘bout to go downtown and pick up my pistol
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| (Go get my boy)
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| I was fuckin' your hoe on the low, when you see her tell, «Baby a miss her»
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| (Ooh)
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| Used to give me that throat right before she went home to you and let you kiss
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| her (True)
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| (Why you do ‘em like that?) She be like, «Fuck ‘em that nigga be trippin'»
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| Then she wipe up her mouth and I pull my pants, grab my shirt and get missin'
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| I’m gone
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| Haha
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| DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hook , by - DaBaby. Song from the album Back on My Baby Jesus Sh!t, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп