• Title:Industry Baby (Explicit)
  • Artist:Noga Erez
  • Album:Industry Baby (Explicit)
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    Industry Baby (Explicit) - Noga Erez

    Baby back ayy couple racks ayy
    Couple Grammys on him couple plaques ayy
    That's a fact ayy throw it back ayy
    Throw it back ayy
    And this one is for the champions
    I ain't lost since I began yeah
    Funny how you said it was the end yeah
    Then I went did it again yeah
    I told you long ago on the road
    I got what they waiting for
    Don't run from nothing dog
    Get your soldiers tell 'em I ain't layin' low
    You was never really rooting for me anyway
    When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
    Don't run from nothin' dog
    Get your soldiers tell 'em that the break is over
    Need to uh
    Need to get this album done
    Need a couple number ones
    Need a plaque on every song
    Need me like one with Nicki now
    Tell a rap n***a I don't see ya hah
    I'm a pop n***a like Bieber hah
    I don't f**k b***hes I'm queer hah
    These n***as b***hes like Madea yeah yeah yeah
    Oh
    Oh let's do it
    I ain't fall off I just ain't release my new s**t
    I blew up now everybody tryna sue me
    You can call me Nas but the hood call me Doobie yeah
    I don't run from nothing dog
    He don't run from nothin' dog
    My track record so clean they couldn't wait to just bash me
    I must be gettin' too flashy y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me
    It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty
    I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her a*s cheek
    City talkin' we takin' notes
    Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
    Wish he could but he can't get close
    OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts
    I'm the type that you can't control said I would then I made it so
    I don't clear up rumors
    Ayy
    Where's y'all sense of humor
    I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
    Turned my haters to consumers I make vets feel like they juniors
    Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma
    Mine is comin' sooner
    Mmm
    I'm just a late bloomer
    I didn't peak in high school I'm still out here gettin' cuter
    All these social networks and computers
    Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers
    Yeah I'm the industry baby