dababy - blame it on baby but the beat drops lyrics
part i
[verse]
i’m like f+ck it, let the beat build, n+gga
i do my own thing, ain’t worry ’bout how he feel n+gga, let’s go
special ed, yeah, i’m a re+re n+gga
can i get a re? (ahem) yeah, a refill, n+gga
ya favorite rapper say he f+ckin’ with baby, somebody lied
play with ya kids, ’cause the last n+gga played me, somebody died (yeah, yeah)
playin’ both sides, go play the victim, oh, now they cryin’
i water park when i slip in my baby, she let me slide
chocolate+ass n+gga (yeah), real n+gga rockstar
platinum sellin’ popstar, poppin’+ass n+gga (pop)
my b+tch is like a barbie, woo like i’m pop smoke
i lift up one leg when she drop that ass, n+gga (drop)
shade room, baby (shade), shade who?
everybody blame you, you ballin’ like you babe ruth, baby (huh)
blame it on baby, i let the beat build (wait a minute, who are you?)
okay k.i.d, drop the beat and watch me take it home, baby (let’s go)
i’m startin’ to think that y’all the police, n+gga
you know that sh+t you see on ig, you don’t know me, n+gga, let’s go
you crossed the line, gon’ have to show me n+gga
they be like “why you switched the beat?” because my flow neat, n+gga
“i thought he couldn’t switch the flow, how the h+ll he switchin’ the beat up?“
they don’t know who they f+ckin’ with, do this sh+t with my feet up
yawning on these n+ggas, sit back, go to sleep
i get woke by a lil freak, with my d+ck in her mouth, she eat up
300k in cash, probably still’ll pull out a visa
ain’t goin’ on a date, tell a b+tch to order a pizza
gon’ end up eatin’ domino’s, i can’t even lie
i’m a player, i had all kind of hoes way before the designer clothes
i put on a sweatsuit and leave with ya ho
a whole arena full of people to see me at the show, you know?
i rock the show and i lay low with my freak
it ain’t too many rappers that can f+ck with me, and she know, let’s go
part ii
[verse]
i get chicken, no tender
fine lil’ b+tches on twitter
denyin’ all these hoes on insta
brand new drip
i wear it one time like a n+gga can’t fit it
blame it on baby, a greasy lil’ n+gga (grease)
iphone ringin’, who is it? (brr)
probably some lil’ n+gga b+tch
he f+ck with my old ho
and he think he hurtin’ my feelings, i already hit (haa), psych
he must ain’t heard about baby
he must not know about jon jon
i heard they shut down the airport
hopped on a jet to la, b+tch, i’m ballin’ like bron+bron
bdb, we gon’ cut up regardless
i know i’m on top, i’m a target
my young n+gga ballin’ like giannis
you play, we gon’ pull up and shoot
top floor of the penthouse, biggest one still in charlotte (let’s go)
[chorus]
i know these hoes gon’ creep
i’ll never be a fool and think that she me
i’m the type to let a ho do what she want
i’m the type to let a b+tch do what she please (please)
i ain’t breakin’ bread, i’m cheap
nine out of ten of these n+ggas naive
lame+ass n+gga, might as well be a rat
lettin’ all these hoes run away with yo’ cheese, (slow down, slow down) please
i know these hoes gon’ creep
i’ll never be a fool and think that she me
i’m the type to let a ho do what she want
i’m the type to let a b+tch do what she please (please)
i ain’t breakin’ bread, i’m cheap
nine out of ten of these n+ggas naive
lame+ass n+gga, might as well be a rat
lettin’ all these hoes run away with yo’ cheese, please
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