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lirik lagu pros ap - baby money

[intro: pros ap]
uh (youngest n~ggas winnin’)
uh
this that youngest n~ggas— this that island boys sh~t, this that, yeah (db ’bout to do it to ’em)

[chorus: pros ap]
she said she hate it on the island ’cause we dog hoes (yop)
f~ck a b~tch and her friend, we break hearts, ho (yes, sir)
just hammed a n~gga on the strip and sold him narcos (give me that sh~t)
don’t get caught with a cab, ’cause we park those
ayy, you got baby money (yeah, yeah), i get big money (big money)
i be f~ckin’ n~ggas’ hoes, better hide your b~tch from me (n~gga, i be f~ckin’ hoes)
oh, he got a 41? better hide your wrist from me (n~gga, bring that b~tch here)
if his neck lookin’ icy, better hide your kit from me

[verse 1: pros ap]
ayy, you got baby money, i get big money, no 3g
when we slide, i’m shootin’ in your face, this ain’t 3d
we done caught two back to back, let’s get a threepeat (we need a threepeat)
spot an opp, that’s a man down, feel like big key (yes, sir)
n~gga, you ain’t seen twenty, n~ggas childish (no, you didn’t)
on my mama, i could get a n~gga dropped for twenty dollars (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
boy, this facts, if a striker ain’t around, then we’ll hike it (we’ll walk)
i’ll play your dog like mike vick, but this some sh~t you ain’t fightin’
on the road with a presser and a reader~writer (i ain’t lyin’)
i hate n~ggas who claim bodies when they just a driver (why you lyin’?)
yeah, i popped some n~ggas up, them n~ggas just survived it (them n~ggas livin’)
i hawk sh~t down on feet, right hand to the bible, boy (i’ma walk you down)
i got glizzy on me, try me, i’ma empty on you (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
ask your mans, i been up on him, next time, i’ma get up closer (he outta here)
last time, could’ve did him bolder, lucky i wasn’t fully loaded
leave him stankin’ like an odor, face shots, they done john doe’d him
i’m that n~gga, ask your b~tch ’bout me
oh, you can’t ’cause my d~ck down her throat probably
got her screamin’ off the tip, think this ho tiny
just ate a n~gga out his presi’, you ain’t joe biden (come here)
[chorus: pros ap]
she said she hate it on the island ’cause we dog hoes (we dog hoes)
f~ck a b~tch and her friend, we break hearts, ho (i break hearts, ho)
just hammed a n~gga on the strip and sold him narcos (n~gga, come here)
don’t get caught with a cab, ’cause we park those (we, we park them b~tches)
ayy, you got baby money (huh), i get big money (yes, sir)
i be f~ckin’ n~ggas’ hoes, better hide your b~tch from me (n~gga, i be f~ckin’ n~ggas’ hoes)
oh, he got a 41? better hide your wrist from me (bring that b~tch here)
if his neck lookin’ icy, better hide your kit from me (i be takin’ n~ggas’ kits)

[verse 2: realrichizzo]
i’m with pros, we just took a n~gga pros and his audemars (his ap)
i was walkin’ n~ggas down before i bought a car (n~gga)
o on the chop and i ain’t talkin’ reilly’s auto parts (o’reilly’s)
s~class, when i hop out, this b~tch gon’ autopark
i hate fish, don’t come around me if you not a shark (4s)
thought he was gang, i took his k, but we not in mart (kmart)
off an addy, tryna find this n~gga addy, i done popped a bar
caught his lil’ rat ass on telly, had to stop the car

[verse 3: tezmoney30]
young n~gga winnin’, b~tch, i got pros and ap on (this an audemars)
don’t walk up on me in the mall, b~tch, i got two phones (f~ck you on?)
if i f~ck, you gotta let the members too, we not 24 (gang sh~t)
he ain’t dead, but i sat his ass down, i just left joy road
not pluto, but we gon’ be ridin’ strikers in the future, n~gga (get it?)
he ain’t a shark, we took his chop, then put it to him
i’m with v on the island, don’t pull up in a cab, b~tch, we gon’ throw at you (doo~doo~doo)
we send n~ggas to the air, we is not nasa (lil’ rat~ass n~gga)
[outro: tezmoney30]
cashgang sh~t, what up, pros?
ynw sh~t, gb
you know what the f~ck goin’ on
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