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[Intro] Baby (Wheezy outta here) Let’s go [Chorus] My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle My mama taught me how to use a rubber I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go) I done broke a lot of records in a year now Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down) [Verse 1] Yeah, bitch, you ain’t seen a nigga do it like Baby (Uh-uh) Big chain and I’m solo in this bitch Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets (Let’s go) I just spent three million on the crib (Three Ms) And I don’t even be there, I just did it for my baby (No cap) You prolly never met a nigga like me Really ’bout whatever, from the bottom like the basement (The bottom) You might have a point but I ain’t finna argue with you Won’t go back and forth or be to shoutin’ I’m in the studio, I got my daughter with me in a Fendi dress, she rockin’

[Intro: DaBaby] Let’s go Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D) [Chorus: DaBaby] Pick up, pick up, pick up Better watch his lil’ bitch ’cause I’m up off the liquor I been turnin’ her down, she on go, tryna get up Crack a smile at your ho, she gon’ fall out and shiver Nigga going out sad ’bout the ho, he a Skittle (Sweet) Take the jet to New York like I’m Jigga (Yoom) When you poppin’, you know that come with paparazzi I hate going outside, they all know I’m that nigga (Let’s go) [Verse 1: DaBaby] Slide on a nigga, they drive through like Wendy’s (Slide) They all pray for the time of the day, I been busy I turned her down, now that lil’ nigga picky She wasn’t gettin’ no money, I told her to miss me Oh, y’all like takin’ pictures? Think y’all niggas sissy My lil’ nigga been loyal, I threw him a fifty I pull up in an Escalade, hop out in Timberlands My bitch, she got finger wave hair like she Missy (Bitch) Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me I look better in person

[Intro: DaBaby] (Cha-ching) Okay, let’s go, nigga (Rocco did it again) Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.d.) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby] I make it jump like, like crack in the ’80s Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to ’em, nigga) And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin’ (Talk back) Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin’ (Let’s go) Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin’ [Verse 1: DaBaby] She say I look good, bitch, I been doin’ pushups Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck My lil’ daughter two, but got six figures put up Knock his head off his neck ‘fore he look up Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (What that mean?) I stood up on they neck for a check (Uh-huh) Now my head get ’em stressed, I’m a vet I get 300K for a show, bitch, I’m blessed [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Go to trippin’

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D.) Let’s go (Woo) [Chorus] Yeah, I took the cash route I put in more time, more grind, no lyin’ I didn’t take the fast route (Let’s go) Suck it up, no cryin’, no cryin’, no cryin’ I didn’t ask for handouts (Yeah) Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine And that’s how you stand out (Yeah) Yeah, that’s how I stand out (Yeah) Yeah, I took the cash route I put in more time, more grind, no lyin’ (Let’s go) I didn’t take the fast route Suck it up, no cryin’, no cryin’, no cryin’ I didn’t ask for handouts (Uh-uh) Go to work, no grind, no shine, no shine (Yeah) And that’s how you stand out Yeah, that’s how I stand out (Let’s go) [Verse] Yeah, I took the cash route I did it and did it again (What you did?) I started at one and I went up to ten Came back, now I’m winning again (Uh-huh) We pull up behind tints, which one he gon’ hop out? (Skrrt) They don’t know what whip that he in (Vroom) Put in hour

[Intro] Everything Foreign, haha Yeah Bitch, it ain’t no stoppin’ no nigga like me Bitch, it ain’t no stoppin’ no nigga like me, let’s go (New album, nigga, yeah) Baby, on Baby, on Baby (Fuck, fuck, new album) Baby, on Baby, on motherfuckin’ Baby (Aw, shit, aw, shit) Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, nigga? [Verse 1] Bitch, it ain’t no stopping no nigga like me This the intro, watch me get into it (Let’s go) Bitches call me a cutie, I’m groovy My daughter took care of forever off music (Muah) Screaming, “Fly high,” to Kobe, Gianna, we ballin’ I can’t tell you shit about losin’ (R.I.P.) Finger fuck allegations, keep hatin’ I’m patiently waitin’ on niggas to prove it (You bitch) Bitch, you know I turn piss into lemonade Turn shit into sugar, that’s chocolate pudding Let you know I don’t fuck with you anyway (Hmmgh) Know I keep getting better, you thought that I wouldn’t I’ma keep lettin’ off, I’m a renegade The media blitzed and I took off and shook ’em Came out like a

[Intro: DaBaby] Uh, uh, uh-huh Yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) [Chorus: DaBaby] My bitch like a model Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching) Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick) Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I’ll pop it (I’ll pop) I’m a dog, I’ma shit on my last ho All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let’s go [Verse 1: DaBaby] Light skin shit She fuck with me, she turn into a light skin bitch (Uh, haa) Family in our business on some hype man shit She ain’t respondin’ to my text, she on some light skin shit, I don’t like that shit Pull up with a new ho (Let’s go, skrrt) Rip my photo, I went bought a two-door (Yeah) When you out, we on liquor and Nuvo (Huh) I’ma dog on the bitch, call me Kujo (Grrr, bitch, yeah) I went, ran the score up (Uh) Put my dick down her throat ’til she throw up (Throw up) Hard to hide out in public, they know us Picture’s viral b

[Intro] Let me do some sad shit for the real niggas [Verse 1] Yeah, I know my old bitch miss me Probably scrollin’ down my timeline now (I know) Her friends tryna find out how (I, I) How she let a perfect nigga like me go (I know) And everywhere she go, my song on the radio, huh? She probably turned it down, don’t wanna play me though, huh? (I know) But I ain’t really trippin’, how you did me, it was fucked up (Yeah) But when you get your mind right (Yeah), I’m waitin’ on ya (Yeah) [Chorus] ‘Cause, baby, I know my old bitch miss me (I miss you too, I can’t even cap, like for real) Now I’m gone, and my heart’s empty (Wait a minute, who are you?) (I’m fucked up ’bout you) (Ayo, K.i.D.) (Let me switch it up real quick, let me switch it) Tell me what I did to you, thought I could be real with you (I know) Let’s go get a crib, I can live with you, have some kids with you (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Fuck that, I’m back on my pimpin’ (Pimp) Back fuckin’ four or five wom

[Chorus] A nigga barely read the scripture, but I’m spiritual (Let’s go) Seven figure nigga, thank you, God, it’s a miracle (Okay) Turned on the lights and you see roaches in our cereal (What the fuck?) You can’t touch me now, we ain’t the same, I still ain’t feelin’ you [Verse 1] Give a fuck about your feelings, pussy nigga, shit, I got feelings too (Let’s go) Nigga, we was broke (How broke you was?), shit, we had to steal our food We cut like that, steal from us, shit, we rob niggas too First time I ever robbed a plug, nigga, I was still in school (Like seventeen) I’ll take your gun, trade yo’ shit, come back wit’ a different tool (Yeah) I’on want that ho, ain’t coming back, bitch, I got a different boo (Huh?) Say I sound the same ’til my new shit dropped and they heard me switch the groove I’on play both sides, you ain’t one of mines, I don’t like to pick and choose [Chorus] A nigga barely read the scripture but I’m spiritual (Let’s go) Seven figure nigga, than

[Verse 1: DaBaby] She know I’m nasty (Yeah) She like when I pull it out and I put it all over her ass cheeks (Like, uh, ooh) And she don’t gotta ask me (C’mon) Yeah, I want head before we fuck and I want it nasty She like when I tell her to spit on it (Like, psh) I get mouth and I sit on the couch and I make her sit on it (Let’s go) Yeah, I was that lil’ nigga that could take a bitch from his big homie Especially if she flexible, I flex her I take both her legs and I put ’em behind her head like she a pretzel Then I pick her up and slam her down on her head like I’m a wrestler Like mm, tryna kill the pussy, call the ambulance, get a stretcher I be fucking his bitch while he ain’t at home And she got them pics of me in her phone Know that man a fool if he don’t leave ‘Cause bitch can’t leave a nigga alone, she call me [Chorus: Ashanti & Megan Thee Stallion] Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby We got London On Da Track Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby She ain’t fuckin’ you

Life Is Good Remix By Future Say she want to eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin’ Anything she want, she cashin’ out without no problems How you gon’ love a n---- that ain’t got love for your mama? You can die today, it ain’t gon’ save me from drama (Super) Workin’ on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual N----- swear they passed us, they doin’ too much Haven’t done my taxes, I’m too turnt up Pluto Help me fight my demons off know the usual I had put a child, spent her name in a Ruger She hang on the block where I hang like a shooter Throwed away a Cougar, she didn’t wanna leave Treat her like garbage, my heart was on my sleeve Should’ve chose better with your company at least Why should I have love for her if she can get it out the creak? Why should I have trust for you ain’t get it out the creak? Why should I have love for you if you ain’t kneeling to my feet? Why should I be carin’ when I know I can’t be beat? See how the ice be glarin

Shut Up By Dababy Keep the pop in Yeah, b---- Let me pop ’em Uh-huh, hold on, let me, let me pop ’em Let me pop it Wait a minute, who are you? Ayy, yo, Kid Look Let n----- shut up (Shut up, b----) I got a problem, b------ keep callin’ (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, b----) They know I’m the s--- (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mm, yeah) Look at my b---- (God damn) I think I love her (Okay, let’s go, yeah, let me go) How they let Baby get rich? (Let’s go) He be broad day with them sticks (Let’s go) I do not play with no b---- (Don’t play) And I been that way since like six (Yeah) And I was smokin’ weed at age five (Five) My cousin doin’ life, he crip (He crip) I be jumpin’ off the stage at my shows Kevin Gates hoes grabbin’ on my d--- (Yeah, yeah) You lookin’ for a lawsuit, pullin’ out your camera Didn’t think I saw you (Yeah, b----) Had to stop takin’ pictures ’cause y’all be in your feelings and I don’t like to argue (Yeah, b----) Wanna see me on The Sh