Correction Lyrics Beat Box 3 by DaBaby

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Best motherf**kin' rapper, n***a
This Baby, n***a, let's go

Ready to get it started, n***a (Go)
Whenever you want it
I was the man with the plan since a shawty
Pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (Go)
She told me she like how I'm dressin' and I ain't eatin' no salad (Uh-huh)
Stevie Wonder can see that I'm havin'
I told her, "Be patient," she waited
I gave her the d**k, she walked out doin' the "'Beat Box' Challenge"
Like, yeah, get in there, baby (Get in there)
You know me, hit you anywhere, baby (Let's go)
Know she gon' do whatever I say
I could p*ss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby (Ooh)
Let that b*t*h off, I'm a renegade, baby (Brr)
I'ma get outta there, I ain't feelin' that (Huh?)
n***a run up on me with a cell phone out
He gon' f**k around, die on the internet (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
f**k it, kill him on IG Live
Let the whole world see the n***a die (Die)
Yeah, shout-out to SpotEm', we got 'em (Get down)
Even though he a rapper, he shot him
I get this big pretty-ass smile from my mama (Cheese)
Get this motherf**kin' voice from my daddy
I learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (Pimp, pimp)
Let her suck on my toes 'cause I'm nasty (Okay)
Like f**k it, she asked me to do it
Play with me, I'ma actually shoot you
Most of these n***as be cap and, we knew it
These n***as drop sh*t and we laugh at they music
I know how to murder these n***as with kindness
f**kin' they b*t*h from the back, how I do it
I buy a Cuban and fill it with diamonds
Send my assistant to pick up some condoms
Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now
Want me to give her the Johnson
Damn, that n***a Baby on fire (Bah-bah)
And it won't go out, they know that lil' n***a's a problem
Got a big .45 on de-c*ck (Go)
Usin' big words like I'm T.I. (Turn up)
Don't wanna get me started, n***a
Turn me up, n***as gon' see why
n***a, you a b*t*h, JoJo Siwa (b*t*h)
You let the wrong n***a get rich
Both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other
They fightin' and throwin' a fit
Know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other
She fightin' now over the d**k
You should already know you ain't searchin' DaBaby
'Cause that n***a like to come in with the stick
I don't like to get into the mix (No)
I done got paid in full, my n***a
I get them hoes like I'm Mitch
Even got white people all on my d**k (Go)
Yeah, second year, six-time Grammy-nominated
Came through turnt up, everybody hated
Before I had my first M, it was Billion Dollar Baby
He bet the house and his self like Las Vegas (Go)
You want this sh*t? Gotta earn it
He off the leash, he don't think he can get murdered
Know how to swim, so I f**k with who f**kin' with me
I take a bridge and I burn it
Let me see if you can swim, lil' n***a
sh*t gettin' out of hand, I just parked a new Benz
Hopped in a new Benz, lil' n***a (Let's go)
And I don't want new friends

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my motherf**kin' heat out
With another n***a b*t*h, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon sh*t
Ready to get it started, b*t*h, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't f**k wit' her no more, that lil' b*t*h, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' sh*t like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this b*t*h regardless

Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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