Baba Yaga

Yeah
On my John Wick shit

Rappers scared of me, like Baba Yage
Keep a white girl on me like Lobamba
Pulling strings and I don't play guitar
I don't cap, please me with The ra ra
Smoke on deck and I ain't twisting Lala
Need it all and I ain't splitting nada
Count it up 'n make sure missing nada
Bring the heat, the booth turn in a sauna
Call two models, Pasa lo que pasa
Need entanglements up in my camas
At ya neck, the pen like a katana
Use to move whatever type of contra
Just in hopes to get a couple commas
Ima eat, like Ma made empanada's
Go at rappers like I'm Jeffery Dahmer
Money talks
Come holla at ya Guala



Credits
Writer(s): George Esparza
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