| «I'll be here, when you get home"I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises, you don’t have to phone honey come on in»
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| — female singer
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| «I'll be here, when you get home"I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises, you don’t have to phone honey come on in»
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| — female singer
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| That they baby girls know, we ain’t forget about you word up
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| (Hell Razah)
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| She understand my hustle, and the black man family struggle
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| Stay with me with your broke, still willing to cuddle
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| I be damned if I can’t tell my baby, I love you
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| Even though we still argue, you kept me humble
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| You was with me, when I felt like my world would crumble
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| Take off and explode like a NASA shuttle
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| Me and you baby girl make a beautiful couple
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| Same Timbs, same mink, same linx, same drinks
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| We had the paint and the laughter, I’m thankful to have ya
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| After the rain, come the sunshine after
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| I was ya, your friend, your lover, your brother, like no one other
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| Seen a whole lot more than just a baby mother
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| Y’all wanna carry my seed and tuck him undercover
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| You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn
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| With a brain to die for, and a body that’s good looking
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| (Chorus: Hell Razah)
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| That’s my mami right there, she behind me right there yeah, yeah
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| «I'll be here, when you get home"I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises, you don’t have to phone honey come on in»
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| — female singer
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| That’s my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup
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| «I'll be here, when you get home"I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises, you don’t have to phone honey come on in"
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| — female singer
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| (I'mma be right here, 'cause I know what you live through with me
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| And I respect that I appreciate that you know?)
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| That’s my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup
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| (Hell Razah)
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| We had two kids, two sets of keys to the crib
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| Talks on the Brooklyn Bridge, receive and give
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| Knowledge how to eat to live, and teach my rib
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| Corrupt seeds, bring forth corrupt fruits
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| I seem to notice you don’t change when you touch loot
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| And every nigga in the Range, ain’t the one, boo
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| You like a rose, beautiful but yet deadly
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| I was with you and your mind, body and soul, money and clothes
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| Make young girls wanna be hoes
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| In the nail salon, polish on they fingers and toes
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| You was taught to be loyal, and I be there for you
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| Night you can only smell my Frankensense oil
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| Lonely, tempted by gifts them niggaz bought you
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| Guilty, talk about other bitches I talk to
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| Leavin' you a message every time I called you
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| Voice mail for my top choice female
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| My pearl and the oyster at the bottom with the sea shells
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| She said I do crime and I’mma see jail
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| Kids will grow up criminal, just to eat well
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| And I be with you if the record don’t sell, baby
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| (Chorus: Hell Razah)
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| «I'll be here, when you get home»
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| I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises,
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| You don’t have to phone honey come on in" — female singer
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| That’s my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup
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| «I'll be here, when you get home»
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| I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
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| Don’t worry 'bout no suprises,
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| You don’t have to phone honey come on in" — female singer
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| That’s my baby girl,
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| she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup
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| (Outro: Hell Razah)
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| Straight up, I give you all the respect
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| You gave me my babies, know that I’m sayin?
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| That’s the resurrection of a new man
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| A new Razah, and I respect that
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| Never forget that, you hold me down, and I hold you down
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| And that’s how we gon' ride out mami, forever
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| G.G.O., me and you, you my boo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby Girl , by - 4th DiscipleSong from the album Digital Dope, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп