CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : what would baby do?
Hey man, the-, the f**k you mean you ain't heard no f**kin' Lentra the God?
Oh yeah, ayy
First, I'll sip some Henny, drown in Henny like I'm mad at you (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I pull up on your girl, she shew me 'way she got some attitude
Yeah, I might f**k around with Lentra, maybe make a hit or two (Or three)
Distribution of some wealth, my money is like hella skewed
And all I ever hear is "You can't do this sh*t," I'm sick of you (Shut the f**k up)
Everybody ask me questions, oh, like, "What would baby do?" (bbno$)
What would baby drive? What would baby have?
What would baby do? What would baby do?
I don't f**k with you, b*t*h (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
First, I'd take a flight to China, course I got a business view
I feel like I'm average but y'all brand me like a Mew-a-two (Tryna get nudes)
I do not freestyle but I rap, I'm sorry that I'm smooth as you (Orange)
"Baby trash at rapping 'cause he rhymin' the word "you" with "you"" (Bruh)
Like, who is you? I'm a modest guy, feeling fly
Catch me dreamin' of a Bentley coupe, so, like
"What would baby buy? How'd he come up with that alibi?"
He be soothing all you ladies with his witty lullaby (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Oh yeah, ayy
First, I'll sip some Henny, drown in Henny like I'm mad at you (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I pull up on your girl, she shew me 'way she got some attitude
Yeah, I might f**k around with Lentra, maybe make a hit or two (Or three)
Distribution of some wealth, my money is like hella skewed
And all I ever hear is "You can't do this sh*t," I'm sick of you (Shut the f**k up)
Everybody ask me questions, oh, like, "What would baby do?" (bbno$)
What would baby drive? What would baby have?
What would baby do? What would baby do?
I don't f**k with you, b*t*h (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
First, I'd take a flight to China, course I got a business view
I feel like I'm average but y'all brand me like a Mew-a-two (Tryna get nudes)
I do not freestyle but I rap, I'm sorry that I'm smooth as you (Orange)
"Baby trash at rapping 'cause he rhymin' the word "you" with "you"" (Bruh)
Like, who is you? I'm a modest guy, feeling fly
Catch me dreamin' of a Bentley coupe, so, like
"What would baby buy? How'd he come up with that alibi?"
He be soothing all you ladies with his witty lullaby (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)