Babygirl

Woah, yeah, woah
Yung Halo in this bitch
Yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye, nah

No babygirl you will never be my fucking baby
Bitches hit my line and they always acting crazy
I was in the hell you can never fucking save me
I got bad bitches tryna motherfucking raise me
I popped from the block (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
And these bitches on my cock
Shoot my rolly with my tooly
Yea im busting with the glock
Yea I heard you was A fag and I heard you was A fed (Yeah)
Hit my line on snap chat and i'll leave your ass on read (Yeahh)
I gotta drip with the sauce (Sauce)
You take a L take a loss (A loss)
She plays with them balls like a jock (A jock)
The bitch wanna pull on my spot (My spot)
Bitch how I'm drippy (Huhh)
She wanna suck on my dick in the benzy (Ok)
I had a choppa it hit
Leaving It Red Shout Out To Trippy (Red)
I wanna post on the block (Yea)
I had that bitch on my cock (Ok)
You pulling up to my Spot (For Real)
Yo Body Getting Dropped (Ok)
I Do Not Fuck With No Cops (For Real)
I Do Not Fuck With No Fakes (I Feel)
The Choppa Lay Off To Your Face (Ya Dig)
I Shoot With The Sight
I Shoot With The Aim
Im Smoking The Gas
You Smoking The Dank
I Got Your Bitch Her Pussy Was Stank
I Do Not Fuck With These Bitches They Lame
I Do Not Fuck With You
Your All To Blame
Bitch You A Thot (Thot)
She On My Cock (She On My Cock)
You Talking Shit (You Talking Shit)
You Talk It A Lot (You Talk It A lot)
I Got The Brick (I Got The Brick)
I Make No Sense (I Make No Sense)
It is too Hot it is too hot
What is the temp
(Bitch, damn, lul whore, fuck you)



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Writer(s): Angelus Breidenstein
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