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barlem bin laden - baby flaco lyrics lyrics

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco, flaco)
i got more sh+lls and more bombs than bin laden (sh+lls)
catch a p+ssy n+gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?][0:26], you better back in
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p+ssy magic
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in”

[post+chorus]
i don’t f+ck with snakes, n+gga, i won’t let no rats in
she tryna shop at pacsun, i’m tryna get them packs in
i don’t f+ck with opp n+ggas, i mix up lean with ricen
way my n+ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “tyson”

[verse 1]
music so d+mn hard, you pay me to speak, it cost a light ten (woah)
i got a white b+tch in my dms, she got a white benz
baby, pull up on me with your white friends (white friends)
she know i’m so lit, she tryna have my kids (hol’ on, hol’ on)

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco)
i got more sh+lls and more bombs than bin laden (sh+lls)
catch a p+ssy n+gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?], you better back in (back in)
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p+ssy magic (hol’ on, hol’ on)
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in” (hol’ on, hol’ on)
[verse 2]
n+gga want my partner, all these b+tches fightin’
had to kick the b+tch out, she gettin’ too d+mn roudy
she tryna have my kids, now i’m f+ckin’ on the nanny
i will never stop ’til i got a couple grammys
she don’t got no bbl, she know she got that fatty
and she so d+mn nasty
she tryna get my attention, she keep taggin’ me in captions

[chorus]
she like, “baby flaco, pull up on me, be my daddy” (flaco, flaco)
i got more sh+lls and more bombs than bin laden
catch a p+ssy n+gga lackin’, we gon’ do him tragic
i need all my money in the front, in the backend
if you got id, [you part iv ?], you better back in
she tryna have my kids and steal my seed ’cause she a baddie
that lil’ p+ssy magic
she tryna be my girlfriend, i told her, “bring them racks in”

[post+chorus]
i don’t f+ck with snakes, n+gga, i won’t let no rats in
she tryna shop at pacsun, i’m tryna get them packs in
i don’t f+ck with opp n+ggas, i mix up lean with ricen (hol’ on)
way my n+ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “tyson”

[outro]
way my n+ggas beatin’ all them bodies, call ’em, “mike tyson”
f+ck n+gga, word to pacquiao, finna beat them bodies, let’s do it

- barlem bin laden lyrics

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