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haiti babii - run it back lyrics

[intro]
ayy
ahh, ahh
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
lot of motherf-ckers out here wanna be me
but tell these motherf-ckers i get to it, best weep
b-tch, call me freddy krueger, always in a ho jeans
he speaking on my name and i’ma leave it in the streets
bad b-tch on my d-ck, if you ain’t f-ckin’, why you here?
all the poles in this party, i’ll leave a n-gga here
n-ggas playin’ like they demons ’til they meet lil haiti
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, i’ll cash out a broke b-tch
b-tch, f-ck if you basic, let’s see if you take d-ck
slow dancing in matrix, tell her “ahh”
ayy, on my mama, where my money at?
yeah, b-tch, i’m a dog, i don’t f-ck with cats
ho, this ain’t no tom and jerry, i ain’t chasing rats
catch me in the pen where the bulls at
b-tch, i’m a blue nose, i keep blue strips
n-ggas playin’ blues clues, i’m emptying clips
i pull it off the hip, make that f-cker rip
ooh, ooh, when i’m off the e, off the yarn, hee
hot, hot, super duper hot, rrah, i mean
you better join the winning team like you kd (clout chasin’ -ss)
clout chasing n-gga, beat his -ss on the elevator
stall him out for what? a sucker n-gga can’t get a hard p-ss
but wait, yeah, there’s more
your b-tch a wh0r-, a real f-ckin’ goer
got her on her knees, she like, “daddy, i want more”
b-tch, you got broke n-gga problems, like, “where the weed at?”
i thought you was the plug, like where your tree at?
today i got time, cuz, like we had, n-gga
bustdown, bustdown, bustdown, like i’m ye too
hangin’ off that k like a j, f-ck a s-xtape
i got the drop from the b-tch, where that n-gga stay?
straighten his whip with this stick, i don’t play ’round
if you a real n-gga in this b-tch, throw your gang up
if you a bad b-tch, bounce that -ss, ho, shake somethin’
i like a gangster b-tch, yeah, with an att-tude
b-tch, throw that -ss back, what that sh-t do?
i know a thousand ways to get paid, b-tch
if you ain’t payin’ what you weighin’, get up out my face, b-tch
why would i f-ck with some n-gga that i don’t know?
how would you feel if i f-cked on your main ho?
b-tch, i done lost my motherf-ckin’ mind
h-llo, all i see is blue chips, blue chips
don’t be playin’ ’bout my paper, you get hit hit
in your b-tch dm’s, what you gon’ do about it?
make the ho walls loose, break the b-tch down
it’s way too many n-ggas in this party, where the hoes at?
n-ggas in here trippin’ in this b-tch, where my pole at?
toetag one of these f-ck n-ggas that’s speaking on my city
i spell stockton with two c’s, i f-ck with a few b’s
throwin’ up the b for the block ’cause we got a lot
matter fact, this a slap, marb, run it back
matter fact, this a slap, marb, run it back

- haiti babii lyrics

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