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babydrill – check ups lyrics

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[intro: rob49]
(whatitdoflip)
yeah

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh+t and get ’em gone, now who the f+ck gon’ come and help you?
these n+ggas be b+tch+made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b+tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h+ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh+t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh+t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think hе steppin’, he just met thе devil

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
uh, i’m in that ‘iami in the c8, n+gga, we don’t use berettas, we some soul catchers
in my city, if the smoke real, better have that b+tch on you if you taking your mama to breakfast
murder rate risin’ in my city, n+gga, if i point my finger, the foxes’ll catch you
i got that sh+t on me in traffic with twenty+two thousand, a glock, and a f+ckin’ beretta (b+tch)
the cadillac truck came with pipes, call this b+tch a ‘lac+hawk slash f+ckin’ catcher
it give me trackhawk vibes, body jerk back and forth as i tap the pedal
know you seen all that sh+t bagg gave me in january, spent that sh+t in january
you ask my city, don’t play fatt fox with that cheese, he’ll get you sent to the cemetery

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh+t and get ’em gone, now who the f+ck gon’ come and help you?
these n+ggas be b+tch+made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b+tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h+ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh+t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh+t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think he steppin’, he just met the devil
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, i’m in a bulletproof truck right now, still paranoid like they come through cars
i seen a lot of f+ck n+ggas get that chalk, get k!lled or go stop that wh0re
fed trippin’, they done did some sweeps in the hood, no cap, i’m still comin’ (yeah)
whoopty+whoop, he just put a fifty on a n+gga’s top, that’s real money
big vm, real headhunter, slap the sh+t out a n+gga, real street pummel
gotta watch what i say on this song ’cause this street sh+t real, these n+ggas just rhyme better (yeah)
when them n+ggas got dropped, n+gga, i ain’t did it (yeah), we ain’t buyin’ no bodies, we buyin’ titties
brodie gon’ shoot an assist, he a real mvp, nickname scott pippen (yeah)
n+gga (n+gga)

[chorus: babydrill]
murder man, murder man, i’ve been talkin’ to the devil
step on sh+t and get ’em gone, now who the f+ck gon’ come and help you?
these n+ggas be b+tch+made, claimin’ they just active like they some steppers
huh, rich shooter, christian dior when i’m steppin’, b+tch, go get your rep up
he bought a vest, lil’ buddy dumb as h+ll, like i just don’t shoot neck up
drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh+t far from checkups
suburban my block, ride ’round with a glock, hot sh+t, can’t wait to catch ’em
oh, he too bad, he think he steppin’, he just met the devil



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