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babystaydown - stylist lyrics

[intro]
(roll another one, josh)

[chorus]
i know you ain’t f+ck my brother, b+tch, why you lyin’? yeah (yeah)
way that a young n+gga put this sh+t on, they said i’m stylin’, yeah (yeah)
got two different pills in the l.a. drank, i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah)
i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah), i feel like i’m dyin’, yeah (yeah)
pour a eight of that qua’ and a four of that drop, too much drank, yeah (yeah)
too much drank, yeah (yeah), f+ck what they think, yeah (yeah)
designer clothes, my money won’t fold, i’m chief saint, yeah, yeah
f+ckin’ a ho, she ask for me, i tell the ho, “saint”, yeah, yeah

[verse]
pull up with a drac’, we gon’ air that b+tch out, a wholе lotta bang sh+t, yeah
i want the gle 600, big body, lane switch, yеah
f+ck who you came with (yeah), online, b+tch, f+ck what you sayin’
i’m poppin’ my sh+t on the b+tch, call me majel
i touched a lil’ bit of money, no actin’ funny, i still ain’t changin’
i wanna f+ck on a white ho, snow bunny named katy
these n+ggas stealin’ my cadence, these n+ggas stealin’ my swag, man
ho, she pull on my ice, cut off that b+tch ’cause i already smacked that
i told her ass fat, yeah, like my racks, blunt, gas, pass that
hi, i got your b+tch in the back, i tote on a whole lot of straps
ran up them racks so i gotta adapt
she tryna show me that p+ssy on snap’
i got the shooters with me right now, n+gga play brazy—clap (glrr, glrr, glrr)
high as a f+ck off the drank, take a nap
i like how she watch her mouth, i—
i gotta swag spend it, i’m not worried ’bout the amount
soon as put my d+ck in she like, “ou+ou+ou+ou+ouch”
i won’t f+ck her messy, i be trippin’, gotta watch my mouth
i gotta watch what i say, ayy, i put a b+tch in her place, ayy
and saint lauren, okay, ayy, balenci’ belt on my waist, ayy
f+ck it, i pour a lil’ deuce, we sippin’ on drank like a motherf+ckin’ d’ussé
i ain’t tryna go to your d+mn page, pull up and give me your d+mn face
pop two addys, i feel like a savage, i can’t feel my f+ckin’ face
[chorus]
i know you ain’t f+ck my brother, b+tch, why you lyin’? yeah (yeah)
way that a young n+gga put this sh+t on, they said i’m stylin’, yeah (yeah)
got two different pills in the l.a. drank, i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah)
i feel like i’m flyin’, yeah (yeah), i feel like i’m dyin’, yeah (yeah)
pour a eight of that qua’ and a four of that drop, too much drank, yeah (yeah)
too much drank, yeah (yeah), f+ck what they think, yeah (yeah)
designer clothes, my money won’t fold, i’m chief saint, yeah, yeah
f+ckin’ a ho, she ask for me, i tell the ho, “saint”, yeah, yeah

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