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30 deep grimeyy – baby momma lyrics

[verse 1 + 30 deep grimeyy]
free d west, he punkin’ all the goofies eatin’ up all they dinner
when i die don’t let no p+ssies in, i want all the k!llers
ex b+tch cut me off and now i’m up, she tryna hide the (?)
used to trainhop and catch the bus but now i’m in the sprinter
yeah, b+tch, now i’m in the sprinter
thumbing through these hundreds i done f+cked around and caught a splinter
220 on the dash i hit a bump and i f+cked up my fender
220 on the dash i hit a bump and i f+cked up my fender

[hook]
bottles back to back in v.i.p, get drunk with all the strippers
got into it with the bottle girl, i’m like “where my tenders?”
we might crash out, we catch a opp, please don’t take no pictures
baby momma took a gun case, she realer than all these n+ggas
haha, yeah, she realer than all these n+ggas
baby momma took a gun case, she realer than all these n+ggas [x2]
[verse 2 + 30 deep grimeyy]
they can cut the lights off in this b+tch, my vvs still shining
30 deep the gang, we in this b+tch, my n+ggas still grimy
do not give you pistol to big pistol, cuz still slimy
we just seen the opps, they ain’t see us, that sh+t was perfect timing
ain’t tripping off getting popped, i got my shooter on the parking lot
zombie tips in this .40, i swear that sh+t feel like a porcupine
caught that n+gga slipping, he was p+ssing in a port+a+potty
n+ggas talking murders, they ain’t never ever caught a body

[verse 3 + sada baby]
i ain’t got no baby momma, but if i did
guarantee the b+tch be tough as f+ck, she done had my kids
i probably would’ve had some extra smoke from showing her how to shoot the bl!ck
but i ain’t worried ’bout it at all because that p+ssy don’t exist
pull out all the time, i reload the clip
huh, i be focused in through the scope like i hope it’s him
huh, make him disappear, ar hocus pocus him
stop the show shoot from the ceiling, percs that superhero feeling
side b+tch got the sidearm in her titties
yeah, i hop out with 50, bro hop out with 50 ignant
make you punch your ticket, this b+tch got missiles up in it
[hook]
bottles back to back in v.i.p, get drunk with all the strippers
got into it with the bottle girl, i’m like “where my tenders?”
we might crash out, we catch a opp, please don’t take no pictures
baby momma took a gun case, she realer than all these n+ggas
haha, yeah, she realer than all these n+ggas
baby momma took a gun case, she realer than all these n+ggas [x2]

- 30 deep grimeyy lyrics

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