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Baby 8


There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah)
Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag)
AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags)
4 doors roll the window down, where we on that
5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those
That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke
7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove)

All these bitches sneaky on my bro, you gotta watch those
Niggas really switching over fame, they talking like hoes
All my niggas trapping really savage and they got poles
7 niggas tripping, gonna put them in a choke hold
They say, "Nigga," when I hop out that wraith
And they all tryna come be my friend but I just want the cake
True to myself 'cause I know a lot of niggas fake
I used to want clout, I grew up from that phase
Making me play, so that 'Rari switch lanes
Niggas gon' hate, give two fucks 'cause I'm paid
Always make noise when we come to your state
Keep playing games, we gon' come to your place
And bounce out with Ks

There was one hoe, cheated on that bitch then I felt bad (yeah)
Two poles tucked up on my waist, where my pants sag (sag)
AR's somewhere in the trap, came with 3 mags (mags)
4 doors roll the window down, where we on that
5 packs come from different things, and we gon' shift those (yeah)
That nigga tried to flex with 6 chains, then he went broke
7 niggas posted on the block, they all got poles
8 babies whipping in the kitchen, on the pot stove (pot stove)
(Bitch)

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