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Baby Girl

 

Baby Girl

(albüm: Press Machine - 2017)


Ah
Pressa, Pressa

Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls

Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Why take my chain just to show off with your girls?
When I'm sleeping I swear you do more then curl
You love me more than my chain I couldn't tell
You wanted pictures, I kind of figured
You want take pictures with my chain 'cause mine is bigger
She want no broke boy
She wants the bester
So much clocking that I failed my last semester
Kill us with you sold
I'm just getting more dough (way more dough)
I just tipped a half a brick to Uno
All up in her stomach
She feel like she on Pluto
She want a boss so
I came in Hugo (Boss)

Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls

Oh baby, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, yeah, yeah
So no one in, yeah, yeah
I just tell her, yeah, yeah, yeah
My chain 3 hunnid grams
Happy like garbage bags
I bought a promise ring
And I don't want it back
And she so selfish
She want it all in me
I get a lot of girls
Baby Girl don't flatter me
Don't know nothing 'bout life
She failed biology
My diamond's VS
My apology
'Cause when I pull up on boys
Look like they yawner
And I got designer shoes looking like they Jordans
I feel important
Fly like Aaron Gordon
Endorsing
Chasing Robert Bordens

Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hands but yours is what I held
Is it true I rock your city and your world
Is it true you rock my diamonds with your pearls

Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Ah
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
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