• Title:Baby
  • Artist:Quality Control;Lil Baby;DaBaby
  • Album:Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2
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    作曲 : Domonique Jones/Jonathan L Kirk/Wesley Glass
    作词 : Domonique Jones/Jonathan L Kirk/Wesley Glass
    Wheezy outta here
    Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll? show 'em how to do it
    Baby goin' crazy? he been gettin' straight to it
    I done caught so many flights
    I end up ******' all the stewardesses
    Catch me in Atlanta? no security with my jewelry
    Found all them rings, my baby mama talkin' suin' me
    'Nother ***** tellin' lies on the ***** like she screwin' me
    Catch him down bad, that's his ass? *****, you or me
    SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me
    We was skippin' school on the train? duckin' truancy
    My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me
    I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
    We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shroom, trap exotic
    ****** around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
    Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
    And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars
    Every ***** with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us
    *****s actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up
    Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
    All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up
    Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet
    I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that
    I make it look easy, but this **** really a process
    I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects
    Baby puttin' on for the city
    Baby, he the realest, Baby prolly got a couple million
    Baby hang with four or five killers
    Baby got children, Baby prolly still drug dealin'
    Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
    Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
    Baby keep it real with his people
    Baby like a preacher, Baby prolly still sell reefer
    Huh? Baby prolly still got them 'bows
    I tell my ***** I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes
    Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy
    Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy
    You would think it's Mardi Gras,
    I got these ******* showin' *******
    And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them *******' weaves
    I'm stallin' ******* out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
    And when I **** her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee
    I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please"
    I tell a ***** to shut up, you 'bout to **** my nut up
    The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up
    They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up
    Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny
    I told him ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up
    How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his **** sucked?
    Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
    'Cause *****...