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baby slang - too many days since january intro lyrics

[intro]:
ybg. 1100 man…
too many days since january (these n-ggas always talking bout)
they be baby slang ain’t this n-gga, baby slang ain’t that
baby slang ain’t go shoot sh-t n-gga ( 1-9-15, ay rocket p-ss me these xanys i’m finna f-ck this beat up)
but i’d be mad too if i was these hoe -ss n-ggas in they feelings
lemme tell how i get p-ss all that
look!

verse 1:
it ain’t sh-t man, i k!ll it in the booth
i held the block down 10 toes, no crease up in my shoes
i diagnose myself with xanys when i find my mood
and i just move a lil different
ima different type of dude
free my n-gga wop that n-gga had me on the news (free doowop!)
and n-gga f-ck the cops them n-ggas locked me ina room (f-ck twin!)
i don’t like a lot of n-ggas, they sneak diss me in they tunes (b-tch)
that n-gga shook my hand, but he yo mans
he’s not a goon (he not a goon)
beam ona broom
now it got you lookin shook
i was sittin up in county rol put money on my books (real n-gga)
i used to break inside of houses and count up money that i took (sip bo)
i never played powder but yo baby momma hooked (ho)
one thing about the police n-gga i don’t like em
take off that badge i’m top shotta like a sniper
jakes pulled me over say i’m driving with no license
i got extradited back and now they talkin bout indictment (whhhaaaat)

(break):
yea so they… n-gga… they pull me over, driving with no license sh-t n-gga (drivin with no license can you put your hands behind your back)
talkin bout takin me to cali for my warrent (you aware of that? you got a warrent out in california)
i’m sitting out in vegas for h-lla long, they finally ship me back to cali and sh-t, probation talking bout ‘yea we tryna give you a 120 days cuz you got gang enhancement and some moe sh-t we heard they building a case’ i just looked at that b-tch and told that b-tch like this
look!

verse 2:
real spill
i’m familiar with the benjis
familiar with this money like i’m familiar with these trenches
i never tried to fit in
i’ve always been a misfit
but a since a young n-gga
i was taught to go and get it
one thing that you do
you learn and you listen
these b-tches, they’ll snake you
but they nothing like these n-ggas
shake hands show love, whole time they be envious
seen fake up in yo actions so it made me keep my distance
i just move a lil different
you pull a phone before a gun like you a witness
i’m shooting at n-ggas mommas, they say i’m shooting the innocent
i’m just tryna hit whoever these n-ggas living with
swiss tech
cut my hand on some bippin sh-t
promise i don’t give a f-ck, i’m out here on my trippin sh-t
but i keep the gleecky on me, it ain’t no slipping sh-t
man i swear to god these n-ggas softer than my lil sis
b-tch!

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