Baby Ruth

Nigga tripping
Fuck he talking about
Yeah
Open the door nigga
Zombies out the door nigga
Hollon
Hmm
You tripping

Bad bitch cute face
And she got that ass too
Slicky mouth bitch
I swear to God she got an attitude
Walking up in fashion
I keep it fresh like an igloo
I be all drink up
Slowly sipping up the juice
Slavery was real
Nigga I don't want to no jewels
I don't like friendly bitches
Nigga I want my babe rude
Hollon choppa hit his toes
Man that shit went tou tou tou
This ain't crazy boo
Fuck it nigga this is babe Ruth
Nigga junkies outside
Watch your tone don't be a fool
Dior crazy ass nigga
Always smoking up a wood
Two doors whip
I be whipping up the coupe
I don't fuck with no body
I buy my dope and keep it cool
Where the fuck the teddy bears
Junkies outside tonight
Man this party way to lit
For somebody not to die
Don't wanna end up in the grave
That why the fuck I keep that fire
Nigga ridding with that thing
Make sure somebody die tonight
Aye sipping up the Henny
Tell the DJ turn me up
She a crazy ass bitch she throw it back
And fuck it up
Go ask them bitches about me
I ain't never give a fuck



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Writer(s): Wentz Celan
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