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malik brown - baby bottles lyrics

yeah

yeah yeah yeah

it’s fadah

yeah yeah yeah

(chorus)
i baby bottles for my drug addict friends
i smoke green that’s my drug habit
grama constantly trying to tell me ima drug addict
i told her granny this my savior i be safe up in that water cuz they keep me afloat
them sharks up in that water shorty get you a boat
get cold up in that summer shorty get you a coat
and you can check my postage i came here on a boat (okay)

(verse 1)
we was just some freshman
when my dog came
now you tuck chains
now we hustling
all i know i sustain
you a suspect
make me upset
make me blow sh-t
all she know she cut checks
that’s my type of b-tch
i’m her type of man
she a fadah fan
if you see me in the land
make yo car stop
make yo heart drop
but i doubt you ever see me cuz you know i told you i never lack
even though that sh-t redundant i say that back to back
i’m loving how these rappers say they dinner my rap
i’m eating steaks for dinners i eat rappers for snacks
okay
i got plenty problems but ain’t nan one an issue
cuz you don’t worry about problems when you bring problems with you
and i come to yo residents much before i would diss you
and nina always late don’t make me fire my pistol
okay, okay

(verse 2)
i can see yo future
you a gl-ss ball
how yo waste short
and yo -ss tall
all she know is fleek flex
that’s my type of b-tch
i’m her type of man
she a fadah fan
pull wit my og
smokin og
b-tch i’m chris paul
and she john wall
you don’t want no problems
she’ll shoot first
i’m an angel
she a outlaw

- malik brown lyrics

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