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nitin randhawa - baby sitter [nitin randhawa remix] lyrics

[chorus: dababy]
nitin randhawa
you are watching a master at work
you know i ain’t come to play, let’s get it (turn me up)
i’m snappin’ off the rip
your ho say i’m her favorite n+gga (hah)
you probably don’t wan’ let your baby mama take a picture (why? go grizz)
’cause i’m the type of baby that’s gon’ f+ck the babysitter (marii beatz, turn me up)
i just did a show and pulled off laughin’ on a hatin’ n+gga (hah)
them b+tches aimin’ at y’all fast, i’m on these rapper n+ggas’ ass
i pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him

[verse 1: dababy]
you tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me ‘fore i go
to feed the family, i ain’t got no time to play with n+ggas (ayy, what you see?)
i see these n+ggas think they tough, you play with me, you know it’s up
you think it’s sweet then call my bluff and i’ma spank a n+gga (yeah)
f+ck all them n+ggas and whoever they got hangin’ with ’em, b+tch
i’ma die of old age whenever i die (what we gon’ do?)
walk down on that n+gga, f+ck a drive+by (yeah)
his b+tch came in with me but she ain’t mine, mine (she not mine)
free my cousin ’til he free, he doin’ time time (let him free)
i’m the motherf+ckin’ best but i’m not khaled (ayy, we the best)
she like how i be dressin’, ain’t no salad (uh+huh)
can’t f+ck with her, she messy, that’s a hazard (oh no)
tell the ref to blow the whistle, that b+tch traveled (brrt)
f+ck all that talkin’, we ’bout action (what we ’bout?)
you got a son, you play with me, your son a b+st+rd (haha)
that n+gga trippin’, why he laughin’?
nah, that’s f+cked up, bro, you ain’t have to godd+mn bring the kids into it

[chorus: dababy]
you know i ain’t come to play, let’s get it (turn me up)
i’m snappin’ off the rip
your ho say i’m her favorite n+gga (hah)
you probably don’t wan’ let your baby mama take a picture (why? go grizz)
’cause i’m the type of baby that’s gon’ f+ck the babysitter (marii beatz, turn me up)
i just did a show and pulled off laughin’ on a hatin’ n+gga (hah)
them b+tches aimin’ at y’all fast, i’m on these rapper n+ggas’ ass
i pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him
f+ck all them n+ggas and whoever they got hangin’ with ’em, b+tch

[verse 2: mac miller]
all of my homies used to get on my case like “when you ’bout to k!ll ’em?”
soon as i’m out of millions and my girl sprouts some children
but i’ve been murderin’ the game, almost out of victims
this food for thought usually enough to feed a thousand pigeons
i’m out here livin’ if you wonder where i been though
sh+t bro, would you give it all up for these nymphos?
i been broke then got rich, what’s inside your wallet?
half man and half amazin’, but that’s just me bein’ modest
i’m an honest man
my mama told me never put it on the lotto and
i work for everything i get that is my motto, fam
so when i die, these b+tches still can f+ck my hologram, godd+mn

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
froze over, when you thought you could hold yoda
with flows older than the first sold cold soda
grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
them cincos are at it again, blow doja
i am like iron mike, back in the day
my rhyming’s iron height, defiant flight
try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
a taser in a jammy, tackled
by a neighbor with the family shackles
laboring a man he’s gaffled
i get angry, i sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawn
i was brought up muslim and christian
i been studying chrislam (chea!)
that’s not a thing so i place this john
in your chicks palm
give her something beautiful to kiss on
’til i spit one to her lip balm (chea!)
i’ve been rhyming since reagan in politics
polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
to the wall is split, then i gotta sick the casa, your god exists
’cause a lot of chicks holler “mr. chopper you’re hot as sh+t”
ah!

[verse 4: a$ap ferg & big sean]
couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me
put my b+tch up on designer, got balenci’ on her feet
my mama say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
’cause i know i’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me
yeah, n+ggas done tried and n+ggas done died, too many believers around me
yeah, i know my enemies meeting up, double+teaming on me
now you know n0body tried that ever got pieces off me
f+cking these hoes ’til they be dying, don’t catch a seizure on me
see, ferg used to move the product in the old school (yeah)
thumbing through paper from last year but it’s not old news(right)
my psycho b+tch, she got me shopping up at whole foods
f+cking these cougars like a young n+gga s’posed to
i got your b+tch up on the mattress while i’m flying ot (woo!)
i’m sick and tired of all the yapping, little n+gga i’m your og (woo!)
my diamonds shining like the ball that drop on new year’s eve (come on!)
and she countdown to the d, she be like “5+4+3”

[verse 5: offset]
shawty wanna be famous, don’t it? (who?)
say that she want a patek with her name up on it (patek, patek)
you gotta f+ck on an opp and get ’em painted, earn it (stripes, woo)
i’m drippin’, not slippin’, my socks got gucci gang up on ’em (drippin’, i’m drippin’)
squeeze the fire, make ’em back, back, back, back
she got fleas, shoo fly, she’s a nat, nat, nat, nat (nat)
i’m on lean, i be high, she on batch, i can’t match (nah)
i got fiends in a line, shippin’ the packs out the back
i did the impossible (hoo)
i read the defense, then i had called an audible (switch)
look like a sequence, lambo’ keep back to back crawlin’ in (skrrt)
they said i wouldn’t be sh+t, so f+ck it, i had to go hard again (f+ck it)
300, sparta man (sparta)
i’m a barbarian (barbarian), i’ma get my revenge (mine)
f+ck on a thot and not at the spot, don’t tell her what car i’m in (no)
keepin’ my head above the water just like a shark fin (shark)
we got the narcs in (narcs), chopper clark kent (graow)
don’t get boxed in (hey)

[verse 6: tech n9ne & joyner lucas]
sriracha, the flavor popper
we gotcha, even haters jock us
these choppers invade the knockers then blocker
disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya
you can bet that we doin’ it proper
when i put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie
ain’t n0body gon’ stop us, n0body gon’ top us
we leave ’em with no option, and leave ’em with no conscience
even though i can achieve it no problem
and even though i could’ve seen what they watchin’
tv with a dvd, i can repeat what i see, these streets jockin’
easy, if it need be then i just eat beats
like i’m eazy+e, compton, i eat meat like i’m ebt shopping
credit card max, bend the bars back
f+ck your hoe, get brain and all that
run in your house and bring your wh0re back
sever your face and dead the doormat
who got the keys to the rented corvette?
can’t catch me, i’m the man in all black
i been on that sh+t since katt been on crack
f+ck that, i been nice way before that
can’t ignore that, you can try though
but you gon’ end up next to dido
i’m that pen that wrote the bible
i’m on your skin like vitiligo
sing for the moment, i hit the high note
someone please let elton john know
tell the lieutenant i’m hect camacho
with a catholic priest and the pentecostal
why y’all n+ggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a n+gga in the back
with an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track
none of you n+ggas can act so y’all n+ggas are packed
come and get it again, f+ckin’ a b+tch in the whip
give me your moment to fall, i’m gonna fit in the car
i can do better than yours, i can be ready to brawl
i can be shattered and all, n0body want to be hard
better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more (joyner!)

[verse 7: eminem]
i can still remember (what?) tryna shop a deal (uh+huh)
from taco bell to trl
i climbed the billboard charts to the top until
as fate would have it (yeah), became an addict
funny ’cause i had pop appeal
but they said time would tell (what?) if i’d prevail (huh?)
and all i did was (what?) put nine+inch nails (where?)
in my eyelids now (what?)
i’m seein’ diamond sales like i’m in zales (yeah)
without a doubt, by any means
if rap was skinny jeans, i couldn’t do anything in ’em
i’d be splitting seams of denim when i’m spitting schemes
which really means, no “if,” “ands,” or “buts” are squeezin’ in between
you sleep on me ’cause you’re only f+ckin’ with me in your dreams
not even when i’m on my deathbed
man, i feel like ed, it isn’t time to drop the mic yet
so why would i quit?
the thought that i would stop when i’m dead
just popped in my head
i said it, then forgot what i said

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