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lirik lagu babystaydown - idk you

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[intro]
ayy
uh, uh, uh
all these b~tch~ass n~ggas in my face
i don’t f~ck with none of y’all b~tch~ass n~ggas (ayy, i don’t f~ck with none of y’all n~ggas)
but you tryna ride my wave
but this ship sailed, b~tch~ass n~gga
yeah
let’s go, let’s go (yeah)

[chorus]
who the f~ck these n~ggas? who the f~ck these b~tches? i don’t know these people
and i shoot that glizzy with my n~gga ’cause i know he with me
all about my gang, let off some flame, we burn a whole building
he got hit, lookin’ like, “who shot ya?”
lil’ boy out here thinkin’ with his d~ck and then they gotcha
reggae music in that f~ckin’ box, we slide with rasta
bad italian b~tch gon’ slurp my d~ck up like mеat pasta
told that ho i’m with my b~tch right now, so please don’t bother

[verse]
this b~tch suck my d~ck without consеnt, but i ain’t stop her
she call me her daddy, she grew up with no father
say she f~cked up sh~t, no, you ain’t mean it, that’s your problem
pills and weed the only thing i need to solve these problems
you know me, i keep sh~t too street, i’m ’bout that dollar
now you mad i f~ck with shorty, when i wanted you, made it seem ain’t for you
not to mention you ungrateful, all that you act like i ain’t did for you
try to explain your side, your words twisted like a coil
who the f~ck these new faces? i don’t know you
tried to compromise and give it time, but you don’t give a f~ck about what i been through
you say i’m actin’ funny ’cause i’m gettin’ distant
i don’t wanna talk, i don’t wanna vent
four n~ggas pull up, then n~ggas hop out, them shots hit the backseat, didn’t know what to do
see the n~gga on the ground like d~mn, he don’t know what to do
n~gga declare that smoke, then he got smoked up like some bamboo
thot b~tch let me and my n~gga f~ck like she in scandal (she in scandal, ayy)
that f~ck n~gga played, i’ma get him handled
yeah, catch a body, don’t catch that b~tch on camera
outside late night by myself, he try, i’ll blam him
they try to do the sh~t i do, but it won’t last long
miss ot, man, i wish heaven had a dial tone
[chorus]
who the f~ck these n~ggas? who the f~ck these b~tches? i don’t know these people
and i shoot that glizzy with my n~gga ’cause i know he with me
all about my gang, let off some flame, we burn a whole building
he got hit, lookin’ like, “who shot ya?”
lil’ boy out here thinkin’ with his d~ck and then they gotcha
reggae music in that f~ckin’ box, we slide with rasta
bad italian b~tch gon’ slurp my d~ck up like meat pasta
told that ho i’m with my b~tch right now, so please don’t bother


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