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big yavo - baby bottle lyrics

[intro: big yavo]
spin, spin
(here’s jonny)
man, i came out, man, i came, man

[chorus: big yavo]
i said cruisin’ down the street in my wide+body charger
pink runtz inside my ‘wood, purple wock’ in baby bottle
don’t call me your daddy, lil’ ho, no, i’m not your father
no mechanic, but i’m in the hood like a starter
said came from rockin’ starter, now i rock balenciaga
i’m havin’ dior on my collar, jeans prada, feel like a model, ayy
headshot him since he in the club throwin’ bottles
my b+tch spoiled, tell her no, she get to whinin’ like a toddler

[verse 1: big yavo]
but other than that, i been gettin’ this bag
walk in and buy it, ain’t checkin’ the tag
ayy, walk in and buy it, ain’t checkin’ the price
if i pull out these racks, she gon’ f+ck me tonight
ran up an eighty in my nikes like jerry rice
these n+ggas still sell midget like they scared of heights
i don’t f+ck with the rats, i be scared of the mice
you ever show my glock, treat that b+tch like a mic, ayy
see, i treat that b+tch like a belt
it’s curry inside, you know i’ma step
thought everything was right, them n+ggas went left
can’t tell me how to feel, you don’t know how it felt
i got some water on metal, i feel like phelps
ayy, ran up twenty+three in my mikes
b+tch, i been in the street like a biker
talk sh+t to the gang, pull up like diapers
swiper, no swipin’
[chorus: big yavo]
i said cruisin’ down the street in my wide+body charger
pink runtz inside my ‘wood, purple wock’ in baby bottle
don’t call me your daddy, lil’ ho, no, i’m not your father
no mechanic, but i’m in the hood like a starter
said came from rockin’ starter, now i rock balenciaga
i’m havin’ dior on my collar, jeans prada, feel like a model, ayy
headshot him since he in the club throwin’ bottles
my b+tch spoiled, tell her no, she get to whinin’ like a toddler

[verse 2: big jugg]
12 hit the lights, we hit the gas and go full throttle
ayy, keep muggin’ like you want some smoke and get popped like a collar
in love with her mouth, not how she talk, but how she swallow
and we the ones who set the trend, these lil’ n+ggas just follow
they say we hidin’, we post up in the trenches
gotta stay with my rod, but i never go fishing
thirty+three in the clip, gotta keep an extension
b+tch askin’ for money, must think that i’m trickin’
sixty shots in the ar, might think that i’m crippin’
i’m clutchin’ on n+ggas, this runtz got me trippin’
dream chasin’ like meek, tryna get me a milli’
ayy, roll up a ‘wood, i’ma stuff me a philly

- big yavo lyrics

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