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21 savage – baby girl lyrics

[intro]
yeah, whole pointers ’round my muhf-ckin’ neck, n-gg-
yeah, six karats in my ears, n-gg-
yeah, i look like a blizzard, lil n-gg-

[verse 1]
yeah, too many chains, b-tch, you can’t change
yeah, treat these hoes like i ain’t got home training
yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats
yeah, vvs n-gg-, real clarity
yeah, i’m a gangster, you a b-tch, clearly
yeah, can’t let a broke b-tch get near me
yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
yeah, saint laurent got your b-tch staring
goyard bag, i’m on some other shit, b-tch boy
fire at us and get your pussy -ss hit, boy
you dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
all you n-gg-s get capped, i’m the real mccoy
yeah, smoking cookie, n-gg-, chips ahoy
yeah, had to block her number ’cause the b-tch annoying
no more hot boxes, n-gg-, all my shit foreign
red, red, pee in the bed, got a n-gg- snoring

[chorus]
yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
ride that d-ck and do the bunny hop, baby girl
ride that d-ck and do the bunny hop, baby girl
ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, i ain’t stayin’, baby girl
ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout f-ckin’, i ain’t stayin’, baby girl
did that gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
yeah, you got some cake, a n-gg- tryna bake it, girl

[verse 2]
stab a n-gg- up, this that shawshank redemption
b-tch, i send hits, i don’t walk ’round with tension
got a island girl and she come from st. vincent
pull up with the chopper, n-gg- stuttering and flinching
b-tch, i’m john gotti, i be running like henchmen
b-tch, you better be a pro
’cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this d-ck
b-tch, i’mma buy me a k, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
b-tch, my 833’s and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
hoe, i’m really rich, don’t know what a b-tch thought
vvs b-tch, they doin’ a crip walk
n-gg-s act like jj, you might as well hit chalk
my gd partners throwin’ up the pitchfork
put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
i don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
i pull up with the stick and let this b-tch spark
swear i would’ve shot that cracker if i was rosa parks

[outro]
nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
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- 21 savage lyrics

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