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lirik lagu baby money - misfit

[intro: baby money]
ayy, four~four eight, it’s another thousand grams on my skizzy
gotta see my face— uh, uh, uh
ayy, four—four eight— uh, uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh
let’s go, let’s go (stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b~tch hard)

[verse 1: baby money]
ayy, four~four eight, it’s another thousand grams on my skizzy
gotta see my face, i got a lotta fans in your city
‘member f~ckin’ up the bag got me handing in to get it
eyes closed, i ain’t sleep, i’m about to manifest a richie
baby blue face, i was a misfit. i’m the sh~t, b~tch
nah, my tape ain’t go platinum, but my wrist did
about to hold this sh~t down ever since kids
i call my glock nintendo’s, this b~tch switch quick
they on me, i’ma switch wicks, pressure sh~t, trick, trick
watch dance, jit, jit, i’m servin’ at the quicktrip
i feel like stockton with the shot, look how my wrist glist’
i’ve been curvin’ all these thots, i’m on they wish list
it’s the hustle in me, know they hope i fail from the start
got a brick as a brain, got a scale as a heart
if you see me in the club, have the sale in the bar
caught a stain and got life, they found the sh~lls in the car
he got caught servin’ girl out the way, free them boys
beat the body, but they got another case, free them boys
you miss your people, but they locked up outta state, free them boys
’cause real k!llers step in silence, tell them n~ggas keep the noise
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
free my motherf~ckin’ baby brother
n~gga popped out with a bad b~tch, i’m finna take her from him
i blow the dog sh~t, i never save the money
i just got out the feds, i’m on papers, honey
if you ask me for a verse, i’ll probably say, “a hundred”
i told a n~gga one~fifty, he came up with the money
i’m a grown~up, but i’m with baby money
the way we turned up in ten years, we got jay~z money
it’s a new game
stand on business oh motherf~ckin’ much, i need a shoe chain
uh, i’m on bouldercrest road with juice, man
was lookin’ for a eight, i had a six, then a deuce came like a cr~p game
he got monkey nuts on an ar
he got a hundred on it, are they in the crowd? you don’t have to aim
just aim it at his chest, you gon’ tap his brain
glock~22, this b~tch kinda snappy
cussed the b~tch son out and told him, “i am not your daddy”
somebody gettin’ dropped, we just got the addy
i’m floatin’ off of a eight of wock’, i’m finna pop an addy
if i— mm, mm, mm
if i took my shirt and it show my belt, it’s that kind of charity
she sold my sister all the drank, almost shot my granny
we shot his h~llcat up, now it’s not a challey
f~ck around and knock the wide body kit off that b~tch
bae, i know i smell good, now get off my d~ck
matter of fact, turn around, l!ck my b~lls and d~ck
never been a trick, she let me f~ck her, went and bought her sh~t

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