Baby Girl

Yeah, whole pointers 'round my - neck, nigga
Yeah, six karats in my ears -
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil' -

Yeah, too many chains, -, you can't change (-, you can't change)
Yeah, treat these - like I ain't got home training (I ain't got home training)
Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats (bling, blaow)
Yeah, VVS, -, real clarity (real, wow)
Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a -, clearly (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, can't let a broke - get near me (21, 21)
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely (21)
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your - staring (got your - staring)

Goyard bag, I'm on some other -, - boy (- boy)
Fire at us, we'll get your - hit, boy (get you hit, boy)
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy (that Draco, boy)
All you - get capped, I'm the real McCoy (I'm the real, yeah -)
Yeah, smoking cookie -, Chips Ahoy (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the - annoying (21)
No more hot boxes -, all my shit foreign (all my shit foreign)
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a - snoring (got me snoring)

Yeah, s- me like a lollipop, baby girl (yeah)
Yeah, s- me like a lollipop, baby girl (yeah, yeah)
Ride that d- and do the bunny hop, baby girl (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride that d- and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout -, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci sh-, all that sh- be tailored, girl (on God)
Yeah, you got some cake, a n- tryna bake it, girl (I ain't stayin')

Stab a n- up, this that Shawshank redemption (21)
- I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension (21)
Got a Island girl, and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with the chopper, no - stuttering and flinchin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen (yeah, yeah, yeah)
- you better be a pro (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause you ain't finna learn how to s- on this -
B-, I'ma buy me a 'K, extended clip on the bottom of this ish (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
- my 833s and 204, they makin' me biscuits (21)

- I'm really rich, don't know, what a - thought? (What this - thought?)
Yeah, VVS-, they doin' a Crip walk (doin' a Crip walk)
N- act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk (yeah, yeah)
My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork (the pitchfork)
Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard ('til it get hard)
I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid (make me paranoid)
I pull up with the stick and let this bi- spark (on God)
Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks (21, 21)

Yeah, - me like a lollipop, baby girl (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, - me like a lollipop, baby girl (yeah, yeah)
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl (bunny hop)
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21, 21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout -, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci sh-, all that sh- be tailored, girl (21)
Yeah, you got some cake, a ni- tryna bake it, girl (yeah, yeah)

Nah, for real, dawg (yeah), nah, for real, dawg (yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (yeah), nah, for real, dawg (yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (yeah), nah, for real, dawg (yeah, yeah)
Nah, for real, dawg (yeah), nah, for real, dawg (yeah)
21, 'ight



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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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