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Dababy
Dababy

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I got 20 on my beat
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Everybody know
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my name
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ringin' bells
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Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh- huh)
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I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out
broad day (mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
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Break a nigga in half like a
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Kit- Kat (uh- huh)
I been tryna be positive,
mama (uh- huh)
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They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan,
mama (nope)
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Who you know put they
mothafuckin' self on the map
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And now they don't
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owe nobody shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas,
come take you off
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You get laid on the floor
by a jit (ha)
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Got pulled over with fifty- five K
in my pocket (woo)
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The police,
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they know I'm legit (woo, woo)
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The po lice, they know I got sticks
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They be worried about me, they
know I'm a clique
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These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
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I ain't worried about him, I
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know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come
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play with me
I'ma send him to go ask
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2Pac for a pic, bitch
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They say I'm the hottest new nigga
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Go check the thermometer,
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that nigga sick (hot)
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Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland
or somethin' (uh- huh)
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Let me give you a history lesson
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We moved back to Charlotte,
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1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that
matter
'Cause if somebody touch
me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
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Why he talkin' so calm
when he say that? (huh?)
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How he make 'em rewind and re
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play that? (yeah)
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Who you know get a fade once a
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week and they tryna get waves?
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Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-
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cap (uh- huh)
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Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
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Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuck
in' racetrack (let's go)
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Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy",
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I love when she say that (mwah)
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Every time I hit one of my moves
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All the bitches go crazy,
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they like how I do that (let's go)
I keep one in the head,
if I don't let off first
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I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
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Yeah, I'm com in' like Blade
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in this bitch (ah)
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Fuck around, and walked out
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in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with
the greats (uh- huh)
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Wanna fuck with me, she gotta
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wait (bitch)
On the yacht, with me,
me and the kids
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There's four of us,
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we on the sea eatin' steak (yep)
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I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
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You goin out sad 'bout a
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hoe, I'm a pimp (ha)
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He keep bumpin' his
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motherfuckin' gums
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We gon put his ass up like a
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mothafuckin' blimp (bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes,
that's gon' get him exposed
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He a mothafuckin' simp (hold up)
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You know he got that thang on him, baby
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Quit askin' him why that boy walk
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with a limp (shh, shh, shh)
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I don't care bout this mothafuck
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in' chain (uh- huh)
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But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain
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(uh- huh)
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Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane
(no cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap,
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I'm the truth (ha)
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End up fuckin' this hoe from the back
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I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (yeah,
yeah, yeah, swoop)
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And these niggas ain't livin' like that
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Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro,
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he a fluke (fluke,fluke)
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They know Baby gon' blow,
he a flute (flute)
They know Baby gon' blow,
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he the bomb (boom)
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They know Baby was just in Miami
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Now he in L.A., nigga think
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he LeBron (ha)
They know Baby go baby on
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baby (Uh- huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was
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John (keep goin')
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I touch down at the front of the plane
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And the driver come pick up my Louis
Vuitton (them facts)
While he drive me around,
I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat
with the iron (bitch)
Verse 3
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And I'm done with this shit, man
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I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers,
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man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man)
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You know (I'm done with this)
But I ain't gon' keep,
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you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this
I'm done with this one,
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I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man
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Quit playin' with Baby,
man, do not play with me
I'm just exercising, I'm just exercising my craft,
that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper)
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And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit,
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(yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit
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And I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat,
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but this nigga can't engineer for shit
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I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start
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makin' beats and quit engineering
Aight, cut that shit off

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