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method baba - prada g’s lyrics

[chorus x2: method baba]
no one in ya corner got swag like us
bag like us
raf n ricky tags on us
method boy swag like wha?
method boy swag like wha?

[verse: anthony 1999]
no one in your corner ever spent a big bag like us
walk in with the b.b. tag on us
used to rag on us
contact high, don’t smoke but you still smell the pack on us
getcha’ rack on up
hit it from the back like she lost sumn, f-ck her whole backbone up
h-lla tax on us
my n-ggas can’t hear if these n-gga lil n-ggas ain’t speakin’ facts on us
1k on vetement my guilty habit
colors in my bracelet jumpin’, they carrots
mimic the drip, all these f-ck n-gga parrots
n-ggas be timid, they dip when they hear us
b-tches be on me, they drip when they near us
complaining and talking bout’ how i’m so careless
f-ck out my face wit that cryin’ and tear up
most of these b-tches be lyin’ but near us

[chorus x2: method baba]
no one in ya corner got swag like us
bag like us
raf n’ ricky tags on us
method boy swag like wha?
method boy swag like wha?

[verse: method baba]
im wit the gang b-tch we kickin sh-t
come thru start drippin quick
stuffin a wood almost ripped the sh-t
we blow a bag of them dividens
dont give a f-ck
now n-ggas know what the difference is
preme on me n-gga im dead-ss supreme
i am a king
make ya b-tch clap tambourine
open her mouth like she scream
benzo gon slide wit machines
n-ggas is not human beings
n-ggas to flee
boutta invest in some wings
mike amiri b da jeans
dont do mcqueens
smokin on purp sippin lean
f-ck do you mean !

i was just down now im up
they hear the sound now we up
they dont want problems wit us
you cannot clown one us
smell like a pund when im skut
lay yo b-tch down make her suck
you n-ggas suck
my vision clear see the funds
gotta break bread ain no crumbs
now it ain’t sh-t to get buns
b-tch!

so whats really happenin
splash when i drip like the ocean
f-ck up yo shield grab a potion
gas h-lla potent
cozuh slide causin commotion
virchu hurt you any moment

[chorus x2: method baba]
no one in ya corner got swag like us
bag like us
raf n’ ricky tags on us
method boy swag like wha?
method boy swag like wha?

[verse: j retro]
getcha b-tch man she stay tryna scoop me
rock da gucci i ain wearin no louis
in my phone man she steady textin
wit these bands imma keep on flexin
im not ya man and she steady stressin
she gimmie head one h-ll of a blessin
wit method boyz and we need all da extras
pockets sumo but im not a wrestler
j retro a proffesional flexer
cop da tesla cause i love the texture
throw up c’s let me kno if it’s pressure
she on her knees man that was a refresher
captain jack how i look for the treasure
f-cked ya b-tch and i did it wit pleasure
too much money man i had to comeasure
send baba man them bullets come test ya
they suppressed when they hit make a mess
see retro she came out her dress
need raid cause these b-tches be pest
i heard you rap but im not impressed
grab da glock from the armrest
he had a heart now he heartless
up the glock watch his arm stretch
how he ran like a dog fetch!

[chorus x2: method baba]
no one in ya corner got swag like us
bag like us
raf n’ ricky tags on us
method boy swag like wha?
method boy swag like wha?

- method baba lyrics

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