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bali baby – one two three lyrics

[intro]
hah, you b-tches don’t know how to do this diss sh-t
p-ssy! muah!

[verse 1]
don’t mention me, and b-tches poof, or your career go (where’d it go?)
you know that you’ve been a fan of me, i’m your career goals (muah!)
fiji on my face, so all the haters, i do not see those (i don’t see ’em)
you texting scary, acting gangster to the people
sneaking ’round my bitty, you get popped just like a weasel (pop, pop)
all them n-ggas with you, can get poked just like a needle
brazy little b-tch, i carry straps like this sh-t legal
you don’t want no smoke, and rap, i promise my sh-t lethal

[chorus]
one, two, three, b-tches lurking on me (what?)
four, five, six, hoes stay on my d-ck (get off my d-ck)
one, two, three, b-tches copy what they see (it was me)
four, five, six, n-ggas acting like a b-tch (gang, gang)
one, two, three, b-tches lurking on me (b-tches what?)
four, five, six, hoes stay on my d-ck (yeah, sing along)
one, two, three, b-tches wanna f-ck with me (yes, with me)
four, five, six, b-tch i’m pulling up with d-cks (haha)

[verse 2]
b-tch we all know that you broke (peasant!)
you ain’t even talk sh-t on the mic, you choked (p-ssy)
i’ma hop on twitter just to pop, you joke (clown -ss hoe)
when you see some views up out your page, you was stoked (you’re welcome)
i don’t care to shout you out, because your music trash, -ss (yeah)
tried to put you on but stupid b-tch that’s in the past, blast (oh no)
move around without your guard, you know i’m on your -ss, fast (i’m on your -ss)
you couldn’t even bought a flex, that slide cost you your last cash (how much you pay for that?)

[chorus]
one, two, three, b-tches lurking on me (they lurking)
four, five, six, hoes stay on my d-ck (aren’t you bugging?)
one, two, three, b-tches copy what they see (b-tch get off my d-ck)
four, five, six, n-ggas acting like a b-tch (you’s a b-tch)
one, two, three, b-tches lurking on me (you’s a b-tch)
four, five, six, hoes stay on my d-ck (haha)
one, two, three, b-tches wanna f-ck with me (haha)
four, five, six, b-tch i’m pulling up with d-cks (pulling up with d-cks, haha)

[outro]
yeah b-tch, you already know what the f-ck going on
brazy bali in this b-tch, checking in on a p-ssy hoe like what’s brackin’?
f-ck you mean man, yeah my lil’ nursery rhyme song just slaughtered your -ss
meanwhile b-tches tip-toeing through the bitty
hah, lame -ss hoe ain’t even in atlanta, pop that sh-t, b-tch
why you waited til the next day to pop your sh-t, hoe?
waited to post your video the next day
you was in aston georgia, at the waffle house
let them n-ggas know the truth man, ain’t no reason to cap
hah, casper, f-ck you talking ’bout, p-ssy!
lil’ miss piggy mad because her home city put me on and not her
nah, keep sucking my d-ck, full call, i love it, muah!
go head

- bali baby lyrics

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