LYRICS
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That ain't Dababy, that's my babyThese internet niggas so aggressiveFuck itGo and get your thermometer, niggaAin't no one hotter, my niggaShout out to cancer, yeah, you couldn't kill my mama, my niggaWhy he go put the diaper on? 'Cause that lil' nigga shittedThe same nigga that took my bitch he can't believe he did itThe same mouth he hating with he kiss his bitch withAnd that's the same set of lips she sucked my dick withNiggas crying on the internet having bitch fitsAnd I just sold six pounds at the QuiktripEvery time I get some show money, I thank God, nigga'Cause all I ever did was sell weed and rob niggasAnd I ain't doing shit for free, I gotta charge niggasHope when those haters hating they ain't got they broad with emYeah, I see they hating, ignore, go fuck their bitch in my JordansGive my baby momma the phone and be like, "Baby, record it"And all you rapping ass niggas I'ma give you a warningWhen you see me it ain't no talking I'm just upping the fortySo all you talking ass niggas gon' talk nigga'Cause I don't talk to lil' niggas, I'm a boss niggaThis lifestyle that I'm living, yeah, it cost, niggaWe robbing all the rappers if I take a loss, niggaThese niggas pillow talking 'bout me, never did shitI got a diaper on, nigga, and I'm still litWhat they gon' do about me, I'm too much to deal withWho you know that could put a pamper on and talk some real shitAnd if a girl want it, then I could give her some real dickYou round talking crazy 'bout a nigga and it still hitI pulled it out and put it on her face, I nutted real quickAnd every time I come around she act like she ain't did shitI bet you when he found out what I did he gon' be real sickMy nigga say you got him under pressure hit the kill switchOkay, well, nigga, get up out my way and let me kill shitThey tried to give me ten years, I took probation real quick (That ain't Dababy, that's my baby)I used to like them boujee hoes, but now I got a real bitchNo she ain't that thick but when we fuck feel like she real thickYeah, I sent then to yo door, yeah, I'm rocking all my showsYeah, I beat a nigga up and slap a nigga like a hoI ain't really with the talking and yo baby momma knowYeah, I'm kicking bitches out if she ain't fucking gotta goStuff them pounds in a rental car pull up at the storeMade a jug for twenty thousand 'fore I pulled up at the showBeen did a song with Boosie, just did a song with GottiReal nigga recognize real and all my niggas solidI just logged in on Facebook and niggas talking rowdyPull up on me with that bullshit, I bet I catch a bodyMy niggas begging me to get him, I'm like, "Fuck it, bro, I got him"Last nigga ran up on me, ask the police, yeah I shot himYeah, a nigga on the billboard, yeah I'm on the radioRecord labels begging for me, still won't let you play me, thoughSliding through the city, I just pulled up with yo favorite hoHad to cut yo girl off, she turned into a crazy hoYeah I'm on that bullshit, yeah, I keep a full clipFirst nigga try me I'ma send him to the pulpit, niggaDababy
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