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Baby Shark
(专辑: Ketha Son - 2019)
Niggas get killed every day, B
ProtegeBeatz Shit for real, ayy That Lu shit They got sharks in that water Them bitches spark, SIG soiled I
did it for them dead fathers Nigga diss me, he gon' be a
dead artist Your bitch came, rode my dick, I
had to give her gas money They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I
got cash money Thirty bands on the
Cuban, I
been getting fast money Plus I
got a
lil' juvie that go get that bag for me Run them bitches to the
sky, yeah You hate me, eat a
dick and die fast Fuck our age, that bitch not fast I
been outer space on that walk back Too many chemicals, I'm on that indica Fuck that lil' bitch and I
won't even remember her And I
don't even give a
fuck Backend big racks, can't bend 'em up I
said I'm Hussein, she said you insane and never could change Ahead of my time, gon' grind 'til I
get ahead of the
game Louis V
frames on in the
dark, I
got pain all in my heart We gon' bang out when it's war, left his brains all on his 'board He say he thugging, show you ride Won't get you one, we can go tonight Up it and bust it and hold it tight Make a
nigga cutthroat you, that soldier life That we living, they taught us this since children I
got niggas coming home and I
got niggas stealing, they been Floating with that rod, tryna reel me one in Before December 31st, I
put his year to an end They put you in that hearse, bitch, you can't try again There ain't no sign, just beware 'fore you dive in They got sharks in that water (Tell 'em, Luwhop) Them bitches spark, SIG soiled (Like booyah, booyah) I
did it for them dead fathers (Them dead prez') Nigga diss me, he gon' be a
dead artist (Yeah, yeah) Your bitch came, rode my dick, I
had to give her gas money They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I
got cash money Thirty bands on the
Cuban, I
been getting fast money Plus I
got a
lil' juvie that go get that bag for me When I
dick her, don't give her back I
make her go get a
bigger bag I
met that ho up in middle class Now she sit in front Whop when attendance pass Fucked the
first night, I
hit her fast That boy not a
Spider, he not big or fast Rolled up his light and he hit the
gas We gon' trap all night 'til we get a
bag For them dead presidents, not hesitant, we go and get it Popping seals, red medicine up in my kidney Pockets filled with blue Benjamins, got drums, no instruments They gon' come step on the
infants 'til nigga come with my interest Industry rappers, got no interest in them They copy Lu, that shit they do, they getting it from him Got an all-white Glock, and that bitch spit like Eminem No Papa Doc, this bitch'll never choke Roll up an opp and I
inhale the
smoke They got sharks in that water (Tell 'em, Luwhop) Them bitches spark, SIG soiled (Like booyah, booyah) I
did it for them dead fathers (Them dead prez') Nigga diss me, he gon' be a
dead artist (Yeah, yeah) Your bitch came, rode my dick, I
had to give her gas money They be like, "Man, he fresh," and baby, I
got cash money Thirty bands on the
Cuban, I
been getting fast money Plus I
got a
lil' juvie that go get that bag for me
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