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Paroles

Yeah
Shawty choosin' so I didn't pick her
So confusin', she just want to f*ck and bicker
Turn up off a mixture of some different liquor
Make her sicker then I feed her some this Snickers
It's white chocolate
(She was bad too)
(Papi, can you f*ck on me?)
Man, I had to

I came up and did what I had to
I got a big bag and I'm glad too
I flooded my wrist 'cause I had to
I f*ck on that bitch 'cause I had to
I fell out of love cause I had to
That p*ssy all dried like a capsule
I got up and dipped 'cause I had to
I pulled up in that whip and I smashed through

Got me grippin' wood grain and I'm grapplin'
High as the motherf*ckin' scaffolding
Avianne pierce, she thought I'm an athlete
f*ck your campaign and establishment
Mixed that champagne with the Act and then
Play with that sack and I'm sacrilegious
Can't f*ck with you 'cause it's bad for business
I see through you like a broken window
Fake friends trying to hide their true intentions
Take a risk, I'm addicted to gamblin'
It's '04, I'm Mike Vick and I'm scramblin'
Hit that ho like a cymbal, no talisman
Pardon me for all the manic-ness
Blame it on chemical balances
My bitch she resembles some actresses
I do what I want, I don't ask for shit
I'm speaking in codes, using acronyms
My haters salty, they got sodium
I'm stretching bread like an accordion
Handle each situation accordingly
Look up and deal with what's in the front of me
My man was just write up disorderly
Give my manager 40, he better not be ornery
Used to have strippers supporting me
Then I carried the weight, now I'm portaging
I just put on my city and represented
And I did my thing, and you irrelevant
No weather, you out of your element
Broke 'cause you mainly a resident
I pull up with cuties, no vixens on me
Used to cop two nicks, now it's zippers only
I been makin' money since like six this morning
Lit up all the trees like it's Christmas morning
Used to smoke a stick of mid-level
All these circumstances circumstantial
I just stuck to the fundamentals
I'm 'bout them bands, no One Direction
Married the money, no matrimony
Left that bitch alone with no alimony
Ate the p*ssy, tasted like some calamari
Party pack is lookin' like a bag of Smarties
Fine tuned and I'm razor sharp
And I'm drippin', I'm drippin' like Glacier Park
Water on me like the coast guard
Keep my boys afloat like Noah's Ark
Your shit is stepped on like a soldier mark
Then I ripped off my lick and I overcharge
Presidential ho, a Amy Klobuchar
She f*cked her friends, man, with no regard
The bitch is gon' do what she had to
I will not tolerate attitude
I woke up my mama, I told her I love her
And stay thankful, mom's gratitude
I mix up the Henny and apple juice
Jealous of me, I'm not mad at you
'Cause now I can do what I wanna do
I came up and did what I had to do

Ayy, it's bab, AKA Lil Bae (Lil Bae)
I got seven husbands, but I'm not gay (swear)
Where the Ace of Spades? (bub)
Your bitch is goin', but she tryna stay (she f*ckin')
Nah, no game, no time to play (not playin')
I'm in the club with some mid-grade (smokin' good)
It's bab, AKA Lil Bae (Lil Bae)
Ayy, it's bab, AKA Lil Bae (Lil Bae)
Ayy, Lil Bae, ayy
It's bab, AKA Lil Bae (Lil Bae)
Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae
Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae, Lil Bae
Smokin' good
Smokin' good, smokin' good, smokin' good, alright

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