chris king - baguettes lyrics
[chorus]
baguettes in my ear and wrist, my neck freeze
where’s the diamond tester come and test me
b+tch i got that water like a jet ski
she play hard to get for you, she let me, the chick caress me diamond tester, test me
baguettes in my ear and wrist, my neck freeze
where’s the diamond tester come and test me
b+tch i got that water likе a jet ski
she play hard to get for you, shе let me, the chick caress me
[post+chorus]
i got the drop on a opp and we pull up with cutters, and shooters, and hitters (ah, ha, ha)
she may be alcoholic but she takin’ the liquor and throwin’ it back
i’m in this b+tch with the gang and she dm my n+ggas (ah, ha, ha)
i smoke a runt, i might let you puff if you pretty but please give it back
[verse]
i’m in this b+tch like a new born and poppin’ a bubble pass luke warm
we pull up back to back in a few foreigns
drugs that i’m servin’ is too strong
got yo’ b+tch in my bed tryna move on
b+tch, i’m real right but i do wrong
you would think i eat diamonds, a true stones
b+tch my smile worth a new home
rodrick had me droppin’ bigger vaults
she just want to take a n+gga home
scared of me, the parents, ’cause she call a n+gga daddy, i ain’t never met her daddy
give me neck like the head bomb
i be gone off the marijuan’
bend it backwards on my mattress or the acting bratty then i broke the lotty in the aeromatic (phew+phew)
for the beef i call it slaughter, i can break a pound down to a quarter (phew)
it’s hot as f+ck in calabasas, you just wanna put a body in some water (phew)
i beat the p+ssy like it says on the disrespect, i won’t beat that sh+t into order
they call me snotty nose ’cause i used to+
[chorus]
baguettes in my ear and wrist, my neck freeze
where’s the diamond tester come and test me
b+tch i got that water like a jet ski
she play hard to get for you, she let me, the chick caress me diamond tester, test me
baguettes in my ear and wrist, my neck freeze
where’s the diamond tester come and test me
b+tch i got that water like a jet ski
she play hard to get for you, she let me, the chick caress me
[post+chorus]
i got the drop on a opp and we pull up with cutters, and shooters, and hitters (ah, ha, ha)
she may be alcoholic but she takin’ the liquor and throwin’ it back
i’m in this b+tch with the gang and she dm my n+ggas (ah, ha, ha)
i smoke a runt, i might let you puff if you pretty but please give it back
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