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509_bmg - babysitting lyrics

(intro)

my n+ggas up to something, ya’ll n+ggas ain’t on nuthin’
up that choppa turn them boys to 4+flat runnin’
i shoot behind the line like oklahoma city thunder (ay)
what ya’ll on i’m tryna put a p+ssy n+gga under
jump out the cut and shoot precise i got a perfect jumper
glock 30, it shoot .45 i’m tryna smack somethin’
baby girl your n+gga broke as f+ck, he be bread crumbin’
i can’t babysit no n+gga who ain’t got no money

that n+gga on some ho sh+t so i had to check em’
bmg, i can’t leave the crib without my weapon
i cut the [?] wherever as long as [?] can [?] me (ay)
chopstick, quick k!ll a b+tch like phil spector (ay)
i got landmines any b+tch watch where your steppin’ (ay)
i smacked a n+gga by myself, i ain’t call a jefe
fly n+gga, i’ll still crash your ass like 9/11 (9/11)
when i’m finished with em, better hope he went to heaven
jefe pop up out the cut, with a glock 19
jefe pop up out the cut with gen 5 it’s shiny
told the ho to roll my cracka pack up, b+tch come fry me
p+ssy n+gga still totin’ that micro, it’s tiny (ay)
it get dark up on that road, turn on yo high beams (ay)
don’t make me call my n+gga [?], freeze you like ice cream
way i don’t f+ck with the n+ggas, think i’m right wing
freak b+tch she wanna taste i told that ho come bite me (bet)
i’m dropping d+ck inside that ho, her p+ssy tightening
i like all different type of hoes i got variety
all these [?] n+gga make ya b+tch go get a diary
n+ggas flack with that gangsta act, that sh+t don’t frighten me (ay)
[?] with the d+ck i need some privacy
i’m in these f+ck n+ggas function like they invited me
the way my n+gga vid pop bars he got anxiety
which one of my brothers gettin’ rich first, that’s sibling rivalry (ay)
my n+ggas up to something, ya’ll n+ggas ain’t on nuthin’
up that choppa turn them boys to 4+flat runnin’ (ay)
i shoot behind the line like oklahoma city thunder (ay)
what ya’ll on i’m tryna put a p+ssy n+gga under
jump out the cut and shoot precise i got a perfect jumper
glock 23, shoot 40 cal i’m tryna smack somethin’
baby girl your n+gga broke as f+ck, he be bread crumbin’
i can’t babysit no n+gga who ain’t got no money

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