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Letra : 1030 Lebeau St
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
I ain't gon' lie, Baby
YSR?sh*t
B*t*h,?I ran through?a lot of grams last week
Steady?runnin' up this money like a track meet
Tell your best?friend?come?over, get her?back beat
This n***a?think sh*t sweet, he got bad teeth
I don't like the way this b*t*h look, she got acne
And she don't ever have no money and she ratchet
Before I got a good grade, I got a package
Middle school and high school beatin' n***as, I been active
Everywhere I go, I got a fan with me
Ready to blow one of you n***as, put your hands on me
I ain't even gotta do it, but put my mans on you
A lot of these n***as livin' suite like Zack and Cody
I used to eat ramen and raviolis
I used to still serve out the cabinet and drink with brodie
You ain't drinkin' on no lean, a n***a served you Motrin
N***a think he really from the streets, 'cause he slept with roaches
If I hit you with a bag, it take all day
P just walked in this b*t*h with a small K
When you slide on them boys, shoot all face
I'm finna take 5 bowls to a small state
My group full of singers, we got all Drac's
I buy some pizza at the room, that's a small date
We shoot the crib up, that n***a needin' Allstate
Throw that n***a to one of Quavis' bullets, he a small bait
Chased him down in some retros, f**ked up my J's
B*t*h cheated on me with my daddy, f**ked up my wave
Sleepin' on the bed with no do-rag, f**ked up my waves
Shot him and his twin brother, popped Marlon Wayans
I told her take her panties off, we finna to run a train
That n***a got to grabbin' on his gun, we got to bussin' K's
She keep callin' her n***a while I'm here, I'm thinkin' somethin' strange
'Cause I f**k her everyday, she thinkin' she my main
That n***a old as hell, still grindin', think he Louie Ray
Thought that I was finna hit her pu**y, she had the booty face
Was sellin' $5 grams in my student days
Want some barbecue, I think I'm finna go to Famous Dave's
She think I'm gettin' horny, I just wanna f**k
N***a gettin' drunk all day, he livin' life like clutch
Bro ran the football back, he think he Reggie Bush
We smokin' top chef, you just smokin' kush
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
I ain't gon' lie, Baby
YSR?sh*t
B*t*h,?I ran through?a lot of grams last week
Steady?runnin' up this money like a track meet
Tell your best?friend?come?over, get her?back beat
This n***a?think sh*t sweet, he got bad teeth
I don't like the way this b*t*h look, she got acne
And she don't ever have no money and she ratchet
Before I got a good grade, I got a package
Middle school and high school beatin' n***as, I been active
Everywhere I go, I got a fan with me
Ready to blow one of you n***as, put your hands on me
I ain't even gotta do it, but put my mans on you
A lot of these n***as livin' suite like Zack and Cody
I used to eat ramen and raviolis
I used to still serve out the cabinet and drink with brodie
You ain't drinkin' on no lean, a n***a served you Motrin
N***a think he really from the streets, 'cause he slept with roaches
If I hit you with a bag, it take all day
P just walked in this b*t*h with a small K
When you slide on them boys, shoot all face
I'm finna take 5 bowls to a small state
My group full of singers, we got all Drac's
I buy some pizza at the room, that's a small date
We shoot the crib up, that n***a needin' Allstate
Throw that n***a to one of Quavis' bullets, he a small bait
Chased him down in some retros, f**ked up my J's
B*t*h cheated on me with my daddy, f**ked up my wave
Sleepin' on the bed with no do-rag, f**ked up my waves
Shot him and his twin brother, popped Marlon Wayans
I told her take her panties off, we finna to run a train
That n***a got to grabbin' on his gun, we got to bussin' K's
She keep callin' her n***a while I'm here, I'm thinkin' somethin' strange
'Cause I f**k her everyday, she thinkin' she my main
That n***a old as hell, still grindin', think he Louie Ray
Thought that I was finna hit her pu**y, she had the booty face
Was sellin' $5 grams in my student days
Want some barbecue, I think I'm finna go to Famous Dave's
She think I'm gettin' horny, I just wanna f**k
N***a gettin' drunk all day, he livin' life like clutch
Bro ran the football back, he think he Reggie Bush
We smokin' top chef, you just smokin' kush
