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Walk In

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Walk In

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Baby Jesus(Uh-oh, it's Dababy)Baby JesusYeah, yeah, yeahLookFeeling like a god when I walk in the buildingI don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me (Feel me)I really don't care who ahead of meY'all just trying to be local celebritiesSwitching lanes with the thing, keep it next to meShit I rob, I'ma serve 'emMy foot on the gas and I'm swervin'I be pulling out fast like a virginBaby JesusBaby JesusMan, these bitch niggas was dabbing in the club the other nightYeah, yeahBitch ass niggas spilled their drink all over my arm, manLookFeeling like a god when I walk in the buildingI don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me (Feel me)I really don't care who ahead of meY'all just trying to be local celebritiesSwitching lanes with the thing, keep it next to meShit I rob, I'ma serve 'emMy foot on the gas and I'm swervin'I be pulling out fast like a virginY'all niggas boring, I can't relateCashed out on the forum with paper platesWalked out with the title like Golden StateIt feel like I just won the finalsAnd I put that shit on the biblePlease excuse my language, but I cannot tame itI knew how to cuss back when I was a babyMy mama was workin', my uncles done raise meI know that it's crazyYeah, that's my freak bitch, you call her your babyI'm in the sheets laying down with your ladyShe rub on my chest and tell me I'm her favorite, ayyTo all of the niggas who play with meDon't ever think I'ma forget about itI keep a pistol on stage with meYou clutchin', we gon' hit up anybodyThe second that one of these rappers try meI'ma send a shooter let him catch a bodyHit the funeral like nothing happenedJust to double-back to come and fuck yo' thottyDinero keep telling me, "Lil' bro, chill, you was made for this shit, bro, you work for a mil'"My cousin denied on his first appealLot of niggas snitchin', acting like they realJust kicked a ho out my spotI made that bitch walk it outWhat I told you 'bout running yo' mouth?I had to go put that bitch in time-outI do not think I was meant for a spouseI don't have the time, blame it on my ambitionThese niggas they want all yo' attentionSoon as you go broke, then that ho gon' go missingAll of the bitches who counted me outI take my dick, put it all in they mouthFuck all the rumors, I don't even listenOff the computer, y'all niggas is bitchesHow you a shooter? You don't got a pistolWhole lotta goons, but they only on TwitterYou're one to try if you want some attentionI point out a victim, my nigga gon' get himBut I'd rather get money, be positiveNo, you ain't getting money, it's obviousAny beat, I'ma eat, I'ma body itEntertainment for gods and the goddessesNiggaBaby Jesus, Jesus, JesusYou already know itYou already know it
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