BABA Songtext
von Dthang
BABA Songtext
Damn, lil′ fuckboy, man, you know that I be killin' shit
Ahh
Ba-ba, ba-ba, smoochie, that bitch a ho (Ba-ba)
Like, EBS, I like clutchin′ on pole (Grrah, grrah)
Them niggas never saw me, they ain't throw (They ain't throw)
Like, everybody shot, we get ′em both (Grrah, grrah)
She was just all on my dick with a bro (With a bro)
Like, Scottie 2 Hottie, I′m fiendin' to throw
Them niggas pussy and I know that them niggas butt ′
Cause I really send 'em the lo′ (Grrah, grrah)
Try to run, try to what? (Try to what?)
Bet, I'ma take thottie and roll (Grrah, grrah)
They be the judge tryna cut off his soul (Like)
Like, she a ba-ba, keep it a pole (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a ba-ba and I know she was fuckin′ with bro (Grrah, grrah)
Think she got one up on me, she could go (Grrah, grrah)
I do shit on my own
They think I'm tough, big FEB, I'ma go (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, she is a smoochie (Gang, gang, gang), like
You cannot play in my face, like (Gang, gang, gang)
And you be fuckin′ on niggas, could bring up that
Shit, but don′t know what to say, like (Smoochie)
And all of your friends wanna fuck (What? What?)
I could merch that on the gang, like (Gang)
And I should be lookin' fat, but (Grrah, grrah)
I be really tryna change (Smoochie)
Oh, you wanna fuck ′cause I'm rich? (Grrah, grrah)
And I know your nigga a bum (Smoochie)
Oh, he reach for my chain when I back that shit up? (Gang)
I bet that lil′ nigga run (Bet that nigga run)
And they know what I do, what I did (What I do, what I did)
Brodie the driver, I hang out the whip, like (Grrah, grrah)
Oh, he plottin' to get to these hoes? (What? What?)
So when we see you, you can′t run from the switch (Grrah, grrah)
Think I'm takin' that risk
Like, woah
That bitch a ba-ba, I could tell by her pose
Like, on the low
She only good for the dick and the throat
I be steppin′, niggas know
Put the beam on his head if he try to come close
Oh, he wanna baap? He can′t roll
Said, "B, got some shit that'll knock down a pole"
If I spot me a opp, ain′t no way he could go
Pop him, flock him, turn him to ghost, like
They ain't spinnin′ my shit, they ain't bold
EBS demons gon′ hop out and throw
That bitch a ba-ba, I used to beat up the box
Yeah, I used to leave her soaked
Shorty fanned out, bitch, you shot
Bet, now we gon' see who you smoke (Ahh)
Ba-ba, smoochie, that bitch a ho (Ba-ba)
Like, EBS, I like clutchin' on pole (Grrah, grrah)
Them niggas never saw me, they ain′t throw (They ain′t throw)
Like, everybody shot, we get 'em both (Grrah, grrah)
She was just all on my dick with a bro (With a bro)
Like, Scottie 2 Hottie, I′m fiendin' to throw
Them niggas pussy and I know that them niggas butt ′
Cause I really send 'em the lo′ (Grrah, grrah)
Try to run, try to what? (Try to what?)
Bet, I'ma take thottie and roll (Grrah, grrah)
They be the judge tryna cut off his soul (Like)
Like, she a ba-ba, keep it a pole (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a ba-ba and I know she was fuckin' with bro (Grrah, grrah)
Think she got one up on me, she could go (Grrah, grrah)
I do shit on my own
They think I′m tough, big FEB, I′ma go (Gang, gang)
Said I'm back on that shit (Like)
And y′all niggas know how I get (Like)
Homie shot to your soul, so I hope you know
That's like twenty plus ten (Like, what′s up with that?)
Yo, Sha, why they lie? Like
How many times we done slide? (I wanna know)
Like, how many niggas gon' die?
If you ain′t gon' shoot, you can't
Hop in this ride, like (Grrah, grrah)
And she be sayin′ I move weird (Like, how?)
′Cause she cannot know where I live (Grrah, grrah)
Lil' bitch, I just got PTSD (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
You ain′t learnin' me, nigga, I stay
With a grip, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, ain′t no back door, we all front door (Grrah, grrah)
We do not care who it is (Gang, gang, gang)
Ayo, Nesty, I know she wanna fuck (Gang, gang, gang)
So I just told her, "Call a bestie" (Gang, gang, gang)
So we gon' bring ′em to the telly
Like, woah
That bitch a ba-ba, I could tell by her pose
Like, on the low
She only good for the dick and the throat
I be steppin', niggas know
Put the beam on his head if he try to come close
Oh, he wanna baap? He can't roll
Said, "B, got some shit that′ll knock down a pole"
If I spot me a opp, ain′t no way he could go
Pop him, flock him, turn him to ghost, like
They ain't spinnin′ my shit, they ain't bold
EBS demons gon′ hop out and throw
That bitch a ba-ba, I used to beat up the box
Yeah, I used to leave her soaked
Shorty fanned out, bitch, you shot
Bet, now we gon' see who you smoke (Ahh
Ahh
Ba-ba, ba-ba, smoochie, that bitch a ho (Ba-ba)
Like, EBS, I like clutchin′ on pole (Grrah, grrah)
Them niggas never saw me, they ain't throw (They ain't throw)
Like, everybody shot, we get ′em both (Grrah, grrah)
She was just all on my dick with a bro (With a bro)
Like, Scottie 2 Hottie, I′m fiendin' to throw
Them niggas pussy and I know that them niggas butt ′
Cause I really send 'em the lo′ (Grrah, grrah)
Try to run, try to what? (Try to what?)
Bet, I'ma take thottie and roll (Grrah, grrah)
They be the judge tryna cut off his soul (Like)
Like, she a ba-ba, keep it a pole (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a ba-ba and I know she was fuckin′ with bro (Grrah, grrah)
Think she got one up on me, she could go (Grrah, grrah)
I do shit on my own
They think I'm tough, big FEB, I'ma go (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, she is a smoochie (Gang, gang, gang), like
You cannot play in my face, like (Gang, gang, gang)
And you be fuckin′ on niggas, could bring up that
Shit, but don′t know what to say, like (Smoochie)
And all of your friends wanna fuck (What? What?)
I could merch that on the gang, like (Gang)
And I should be lookin' fat, but (Grrah, grrah)
I be really tryna change (Smoochie)
Oh, you wanna fuck ′cause I'm rich? (Grrah, grrah)
And I know your nigga a bum (Smoochie)
Oh, he reach for my chain when I back that shit up? (Gang)
I bet that lil′ nigga run (Bet that nigga run)
And they know what I do, what I did (What I do, what I did)
Brodie the driver, I hang out the whip, like (Grrah, grrah)
Oh, he plottin' to get to these hoes? (What? What?)
So when we see you, you can′t run from the switch (Grrah, grrah)
Think I'm takin' that risk
Like, woah
That bitch a ba-ba, I could tell by her pose
Like, on the low
She only good for the dick and the throat
I be steppin′, niggas know
Put the beam on his head if he try to come close
Oh, he wanna baap? He can′t roll
Said, "B, got some shit that'll knock down a pole"
If I spot me a opp, ain′t no way he could go
Pop him, flock him, turn him to ghost, like
They ain't spinnin′ my shit, they ain't bold
EBS demons gon′ hop out and throw
That bitch a ba-ba, I used to beat up the box
Yeah, I used to leave her soaked
Shorty fanned out, bitch, you shot
Bet, now we gon' see who you smoke (Ahh)
Ba-ba, smoochie, that bitch a ho (Ba-ba)
Like, EBS, I like clutchin' on pole (Grrah, grrah)
Them niggas never saw me, they ain′t throw (They ain′t throw)
Like, everybody shot, we get 'em both (Grrah, grrah)
She was just all on my dick with a bro (With a bro)
Like, Scottie 2 Hottie, I′m fiendin' to throw
Them niggas pussy and I know that them niggas butt ′
Cause I really send 'em the lo′ (Grrah, grrah)
Try to run, try to what? (Try to what?)
Bet, I'ma take thottie and roll (Grrah, grrah)
They be the judge tryna cut off his soul (Like)
Like, she a ba-ba, keep it a pole (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a ba-ba and I know she was fuckin' with bro (Grrah, grrah)
Think she got one up on me, she could go (Grrah, grrah)
I do shit on my own
They think I′m tough, big FEB, I′ma go (Gang, gang)
Said I'm back on that shit (Like)
And y′all niggas know how I get (Like)
Homie shot to your soul, so I hope you know
That's like twenty plus ten (Like, what′s up with that?)
Yo, Sha, why they lie? Like
How many times we done slide? (I wanna know)
Like, how many niggas gon' die?
If you ain′t gon' shoot, you can't
Hop in this ride, like (Grrah, grrah)
And she be sayin′ I move weird (Like, how?)
′Cause she cannot know where I live (Grrah, grrah)
Lil' bitch, I just got PTSD (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
You ain′t learnin' me, nigga, I stay
With a grip, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, ain′t no back door, we all front door (Grrah, grrah)
We do not care who it is (Gang, gang, gang)
Ayo, Nesty, I know she wanna fuck (Gang, gang, gang)
So I just told her, "Call a bestie" (Gang, gang, gang)
So we gon' bring ′em to the telly
Like, woah
That bitch a ba-ba, I could tell by her pose
Like, on the low
She only good for the dick and the throat
I be steppin', niggas know
Put the beam on his head if he try to come close
Oh, he wanna baap? He can't roll
Said, "B, got some shit that′ll knock down a pole"
If I spot me a opp, ain′t no way he could go
Pop him, flock him, turn him to ghost, like
They ain't spinnin′ my shit, they ain't bold
EBS demons gon′ hop out and throw
That bitch a ba-ba, I used to beat up the box
Yeah, I used to leave her soaked
Shorty fanned out, bitch, you shot
Bet, now we gon' see who you smoke (Ahh
Writer(s): Daniel Collins, Yus Gz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
