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bugatti beez - baby boy lyrics

[verse]
can’t f-ck with it
tryna take my spot you better come with it
money making n-gg-s insecure
paper making n-gg-s wanna box like how b-ms living
pink meat like cam’ron you see me
lines go off walls flow graffiti
smoke in my house like a teepee
rub on my lamp see my genie
(uh)
he’s so flashy b-tch get at me
b-mp some little sammy
i like the way you look at me
d-ck her down now she walk like bambi
i do numbers, i do mothers
date you covers a mother f-cker
i been called that a lot
if shit goes down tonight you are calling the cops
bang bang v8 the floors calling the mops
how many b-tches i got – let’s not go there
only do quickies – me no romance
“oh so i’m guessing he don’t use manners”
b-tch, no i don’t but i do sandals
got menages and a few candles
good lighting and a few cameras
i smoke a zip at a time and change my mind
yeah i turn to the green like i’m bruce banner
sneaker head, reefer head, chain dinger with a jesus head
tryna rock the boat like aaliyah said
frustrated by slow fast food places…
what in the f-ck?, why in the f-ck?
always on the top floor like what the f-ck is a basement?
smoking bats and running through bases
bad backgrounds from the ghetto we made it
vill block kid 47th – the greatest
i get money then go dummy
like my spliff go one hunnid
so one hunnid, windows tinted
bang chief keef go 3 hunna
i gotta get me a pretty girl
into wearing nothing but dresses – mostly sunny
swag scene b-mmy, i wear what i feel
n-gg- what’s the deal, let’s just spin the wheel
that shit can’t be real, condo in the hills
b-tches poppin’ pills
bathroom in my crib, that shit jack and jill
off that jack and c-ke
all i see is stars
am i a telescope?

[jody:]
everybody moving making money. right?
while we standing still being broke

[verse]
so gifted, its all in the presents
these are not my type hoes, but let’s not alter the message
rollin with a 30 like i party with stefen
inhale, exhale in every direction
let’s not boost
cuz everybody listening think i got juice
and to you n-gg-s who be talking that shit
i know n-gg-s who can smell the ribs like bbqs
tryna keep my dogs on top
keep a roof over my head
like a dog saying woof over my head
man, i’m too over my head
smokin’ on lettuce
countin’ this cheese
we’ll accept the beef
pull up in the whip
same color mayo
b-tch, i’m working wonders with the bread
all i see is thousands
women, women, women, titties, titties, titties
all different sizes
all this wet, wet, wet around me
i’m like golly
i must be an island
never been a fan of how these bees talk
i know i’m a giant
next car that i see man imma buy it
fill electric of the pertol
i must be a hybrid
you can’t f-ck with this baby boy, baby boy
unless you act like taraji

[yvette:]
i can’t stand your black -ss..

ever since i been the n-gg- these hoes wanna kick it karate
stretching b-tches like pilates
i roll with a pile of gs just apologies
like i’m saying i’m sorry
stunting n-gg-s like omari

[yvette:]
you act like a little boy instead of a grown -ss man
i hate you!

[jody:]
well you know what? i hate your -ss too
do summin

- bugatti beez lyrics

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