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baby mane - stars lyrics

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jesta made this

[hook: baby mane]
strapped up in a zoot
but your homie, he turned to a pack
he up in a zoot
swear that we clutchin
my n+ggas, they bussin’ them bullets
they coming straight out of that roof
push bikes and dingers
we hanging’ it off of the ped
hop out and shoot
you know it’s a mission
we dodgin’ these piggys
they watchin’ the way, that we move
watch the way that i l!ck shots
g+wing or that c+wing
slice it up like it’s kriss kross
we in the trap with them big rocks
outta town getting trappy
call me sosa, i flip rocks
the rollie gliding on tik tok
free the guys, they can’t stop crocs

[part 1: 2smokeyy]
feds say we can’t talk violence
it’s all i know, i’m a driller
i didn’t makе no cheese for dance
i make bank, just for klilеr
fell in love with the twelve gauge ting
but bro fell in love with the six shot spinner
go halves on a paigon
dish if i catch him
bro finish him for the dinner
i can count what’s slapped on the gang with my hands
but it’s calm cah we still catch bodies
bro do normal stabbings
push all the way in, man, do that properly
bang+bang like rocky
slide like hockey
i met man, shocky
only had one bell in the chamber
and made man’s head back shake like noddy
violent drop, i’ll load it up and make this still beat like bangle
any estate bro’s got an angle
i’ll fly out the ride tryna show man angles
catch him, grab him, swipe his ankles
holes in and out mans top
two hands on his neck like a man got strangled
tryna hold back that blood, what a shambles
[hook: baby mane]
strapped up in a zoot
but your homie, he turned to a pack
he up in a zoot
swear that we clutchin
my n+ggas, they bussin’ them bullets
they coming straight out of that roof
push bikes and dingers
we hanging’ it off of the ped
hop out and shoot
you know it’s a mission
we dodgin’ these piggys
they watchin’ the way, that we move
watch the way that i l!ck shots
g+wing or that c+wing
slice it up like it’s kriss kross
we in the trap with them big rocks
outta town getting trappy
call me sosa, i flip rocks
the rollie gliding on tik tok
free the guys, they can’t stop crocs

[part 2: 2smokeyy]
i wish man try run up on me
like i run up in yards for grabbing p’s
ot, my ching+ching so booky
i was in the t with a wap on me
how many men want me dead, like fifty
pop smoke, i got it on me
my soliciters telling me: „lay low“
the opps would love if they hear through me
drills get done on the mains
they baby, want none of that fame
do a drill, bake off, all habibtis
smile on my face, like, how was your day
how many times did i change my number
every time i’m using a gun or blade
and more time, i got it on me
[?] violent, i hop out bait
wait, p+ssed cah they seen my face
and every time they olympic race
and i don’t know nothing ’bout runnin’
ask my ten toes up on the states
bay, slay only for allah, jango
all the feds wanna see me caged, then
the day they free up zen, gang, gang
that’s the last of the stress on my plate
[hook: baby mane]
strapped up in a zoot
but your homie, he turned to a pack
he up in a zoot
swear that we clutchin
my n+ggas, they bussin’ them bullets
they coming straight out of that roof
push bikes and dingers
we hanging’ it off of the ped
hop out and shoot
you know it’s a mission
we dodgin’ these piggys
they watchin’ the way, that we move
watch the way that i l!ck shots
g+wing or that c+wing
slice it up like it’s kriss kross
we in the trap with them big rocks
outta town getting trappy
call me sosa, i flip rocks
the rollie gliding on tik tok
free the guys, they can’t stop crocs

- baby mane lyrics

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