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lirik lagu baby gee - who is baby gee?!

[intro]
fat ass n~gga talking crazy
n~ggas know, i violate every beat
anybody come for the towns, i’m on your ass
they know what we on, they know what my n~ggas do, they know what i do with this rapping sh~t
come on now
rrah, rrah
how you talking like you tough?
why you act like you the one? (f~ck?)
who you rob? who you shot? where the f~ck you even from? (what the f~ck?)
if you walk a n~gga down, where the f~ck you gonna run? (nowhere)
who am i? baby gee, mr. go and get it done (go and get it done)
ain’t you grow up in a shelter? sh~t, i grew in the p’s
where we run and duck from d’s, where we fork and throw up gz (yeah)
wherе the murder rate incrеase, and the sirens never cease (on bro)
i blame your mother and your father for the reason that you sweet (this n~gga sweet)

[verse]
gunshot, yung joc, meet me and it’s goin’ down
nle, if i grab this choppa i’ma walk ‘em down (boom boom boom)
when you tryna crowd surf, they gon’ need another crowd
they gon’ have to roll you up and roll you out of rolling loud ([?])
now it’s up, and i don’t give no f~cks (f~ck)
bet we hop out from the truck, stupid n~gga looking stuck (he looking stuck)
catch him slipping, out of luck
bullets spin him, better duck
shorty screaming “pick him up”
paramedics zip him up (boom, fl!ck, fl!ck, fl!ck, fl!ck)
if i don’t catch him with this .40 he gon’ die from the lean
overweight, overheated, overcooked, and a fiend
i catch him lacking with his b~tch, i’ma a throw on the beam (on bro)
they can’t get him on the stretcher, he gon’ die on the scene (die on the scene)
a couple drips up in the spot, you know they keep it makking
a couple folks up in this ride, you know we keep it stacking (drip)
headshot, body shot, hope i see him lacking
bipolar g ain’t got a switch, sh~t like yeezy spazzing
yeah i’m harlem, nice to meet you, why you look surprised?
davion blessing, how you blessed? i think this n~gga fried (this n~gga fried)
what’s the over~under on his health and if this guy survive?
hoodie on, black mask, sh~t was giving donda vibes (boom boom boom)
jesse jones, get a chrome, i might clap him too
i hit the cuz, “yo leek”
he say “yo, gee, what it do?” (like what it do)
“tryna clap this n~gga dave, let’s go and make a move”
grab the .40, walk him down, he said “this one for uncle snoop” (this sh~t for snoop)
f~ck his b~tch, she ain’t nothing but a thottie, thottie (on bro)
body cool, saw the tone, she do pilates prolly (like what the f~ck)
too much grabba in the blunt, this a hottie, hottie ([?])
smoke a opp and roll another, this a body party
d~mn sierra, never ever met a b~tch like you
one~two step, clap your mans and roll the spliff like “ooh” (like oohhh)
in that ride with the g, you know i keep my tool
and this the goodies, 30 stick, i got a beam on too (on bro, on bro, on bro, on bro)
[outro]
n~ggas know i got my beam on too
can’t even go to the supermarket without– like yo, son, there’s no f~cking snacks on the shelves, this n~gga emptying out every store, d~mn
can’t even scratch his back, tie his sneaker, he can’t breathe, the f~ck?
and this n– see, he don’t got no neck, the f~ck?
this fat ass n~gga

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