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izaya tiji - my li baby lyrics

[intro]
(mingo, haha)

[verse]
need a whole benz, mercedes (you slayed this one)
he+henny in my cup, one for my lady (one for my+)
yeah, i’m a addict for that fetty’
n+gga you know my dogs they too ready
always keep a arm around my choppa ’cause that’s my li’ baby
and i f+cked yo’ b+tch, she not my b+tch, she my li’ baby
i will hand n+ggas to [?] ’cause n+gga he go crazy
tell me how to run it up, n+gga i can’t be lazy
money taught me how to walk (walk)
d+mn near taught me how to run and how to jump (lets go, lets go)
it’s a move, we right on him, but it cost (cost)
(lets go, lets go, go)
f+cked yo’ b+tch, sorry n+gga it ain’t my fault (lets go, lets go)
when we was broke they ain’t say nun’, now a n+ggas lil’ b+tch wanna shake sumn’ (yeah+yuh)
yeah jugg yo’ sh+t but do not say nun’, ’cause my lil’ n+ggas’ll shoot sumn’ (yeah+yuh)
and i got some runners that you could put your feet on, but don’t think i love you hoe (yeah+yuh)
and r.i.p all my lil’ dead ones, i really miss you bro

[bridge]
and i can see right through the fake, right through the curtains
still can hit yo’ boy, then leave him burnin’
put him in the air, lets turn ’em (bop+bop)
my n+gga got more sticks than a colonel
steady f+cking on this b+tch, how she not fertile? (blatt)
[verse 2]
h+llcat, sh+t look like a console (errr)
we finna beat this n+gga up, just like a bongo (boom, woah+woah)
gugh+gugh+gugh+gugh+gugh, f+ck up her tonsils (lets go, lets go+lets go)
these n+ggas tryna test me, i’m the wrong one (wrong one)
(okay, lets go)
think yo’ ex is jealous, just like [?]
(okay, lets go)
coolin’; kickin’ back, eatin’ fondue (eatin’ fondue)
we smoke og gas, he smoke that dog p++p (smoke that dog p++p)
he keep talkin’ that sh+t, we gon’ touch ’em (we gon’ touch ’em n+gga)
n+gga keep flexin’ that b+tch, but we can f+ck her (we can f+ck her n+gga)
nut on this b+tch face, i give her a lil’ touch+up (touch+up n+gga)
me and my n+ggas we ball, like chris tucker (like chris tucker n+gga)
glock 2+3 lil’ n+gga, we can knock up (we can knock up n+gga)
he ain’t talkin’ that money, then shut the f+ck up (f+ck up)
ayy, 8+15, n+gga this a choppa (choppa)
he’ll rat for some cheese, n+gga be a cop’a
(mingo, haha)

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