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baby money - deflint lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
(313 mafia)
alright
alright, alright
(stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b+tch hard)
yeah

[verse 1: louie ray]
another body drop, it’s fentanyl
you n+ggas iced up and quiet, we been makin’ all the noise
from the guns to the cars, we been droppin’ all the toys
more money make me stronger, this sh+t d+mn near steroids

[verse 2: rmc mike]
day+to+day, i been makin’ plays, i’m so committed
she gon’ blow the b+lls down before we f+ck, that’s her religion
okay, i’m goin’ hard, stretch the p+ssy out no physician
blow his head off from six feet away, that’s social distance

[verse 3: baby money]
the crib big, but i’m cookin’ up work in brodie kitchen
headshot or i k!ll your whole family, it’s your decision
three to the head, three to the body for gang, they know wе did it
the charm twenty, but the rolliе was plain, cost me a chicken

[verse 4: louie ray]
ain’t gotta say that sh+t no more, they know we winnin’, okay
and i might still f+ck her raw, i’m open with it
n+ggas sick and they can’t even tell you why, they covid victims
auntie lost everything, she had the crack, i know the victims
diors was six thousand in the case, i’m tryna get ’em
i’m jumpin’ out the car in traffic, all that, i’m tryna hit ’em
[verse 5: rmc mike]
i work hard to put the city on my back, that’s no drizzle
slight argument make me wanna whack my codefendant
girly p+ssy so big, i can drop a motor in it
every other day we catch flights, we call it global shifting
i done came to take over the rap game with no permission
lil’ bro beat that body ’cause he ain’t leave no forensics

[verse 6: baby money]
i dropped out to takin’ trips, helped me see my first dub
servin’ rappers, i had carats in my piece before a bud
thurgood marshall, i’ll bang the hammer way before the judge
you 5’9″, i’ll make you six feet, on my cousin
why you lyin’? out here tellin’ ’em you my ho, we just f+ckin’
they see the double+c stamp in the snow when we stomp
run through ‘bows like cereal, i’m the captain, b+tch, we crunchin’

[verse 7: rmc mike & baby money]
ten thousand blues in the condom, lube it up before you stuff it
i leave holes like a bagel, goin’ through his egg mcm+ffin
lil’ bro done k!lled the whole f+ckin’ family, he corrupted
pop one of mine, i’ma get a n+gga whole street abducted
when it come to spice talkin’, i can’t lie, we the roughest
five+seven hit the back of his head and it erupted
you the bag that my dope come in, we the substance
in other words, you n+ggas ain’t worth sh+t and we the money, easy money
[verse 8: louie ray]
rap money times racks— alright
rap money times rocks, it get ugly
i can still stand at the store and trap, this ain’t kentucky
fit the description of the streets, they gotta love me
i’m too clean for y’all to not know what i do, that’s why they judge me (you don’t know?)
i’ma walk on this one light like i got hundred feet
i’ma walk on this one light like i got bug feet
and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout who i hit, you know the guns spree

[verse 9: baby money]
touch down in your state and threw a hundred racks in one week
my white b+tch, she open her nose ‘fore she f+ck me
whip 2022, open the doors ‘fore you touch it
if i was a doctor, n+gga, i’d put a load in her stomach
call they phone and tell them n+ggas it’s a bird in the oven
you see the growth, b+tch, i’m comin’ from the curb to this money
i’m out of town, you hit my line, you gon’ get served by my granny, easy money

- baby money lyrics

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