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Baby Boy
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Slimelife Shawty
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[Intro] Yeah This shit colossal, know what I'm sayin'? Watch me prosper, nigga (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Verse 1] Fuck 'em if they left, 'cause everything is alright Pain all I felt, but shit, I'm alright This pain never left, but I'ma be alright This pain still there, but we gon' be alright Grab my shovel, start diggin' (Yeah) They weren't digging me (Swear), I can dig it (Oh yeah) Oh now you feelin' me? (Swear), I can feel it (Swear) They envy, I'm winnin', it's killin', no kizzy (Yeah) [Chorus] Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it [Verse 2] I admit it, I'm the one that did it (Yeah, yeah) Feel likе I've been walkin' down Bleveland for a minutе But now I ride with switches But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit, that type shit right there send a nigga to penitentiary They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops, I meant Bleveland I'm not Quando, ain't nothin' roll, bitch, I'm bleedin' Actin' like you throw, what you drinkin', nigga? Give me a reason Glocks with us and Glocks with them Pop at us, we droppin' him He flex, he bang, he think he gang, he come around, we robbin' him I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partner 'dem We done did a whole lotta shit, that's why they shoppin' here, on God Even though I've been player, I'm talkin' 'bout been player I can't lie like I ain't got asthma, but smoke, I inhale I know I'm in hell Everywhere they say the slime couldn't go, you know I went there (No cap) We really went there Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me (On God) You ain't even approach a G He know it ain't no approachin' me I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standin' (Crazy) You got served, plus you know these diamonds dancin' Lil Durk, what's happenin'? Young Thug, what's happenin'? Rudy, what's happenin'? Big Boo, what's happenin'? Droptop coupe, lookin' for who? What's brackin'? Let's get it brackin', what's happenin'? [Chorus] Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it [Verse 3] I'm a mastermind (Yeah), look how I mastered mine They say slow money better than no money, but I want the faster kind Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine, you'll be a bastard dyin' (Dickhead) Don't try Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now From hotboxes to millions now And that's no kinini Back then there wasn't beef, now Shawty poppin', now they want beef with me Free Wayne, he showed me the Trackhawk Big Boo really showed me the traphouse Free Tay and Clock, they showed me how to duck and pull that strap out My dawg gone, but he still told 'em not to tap out Damn, Rudy, why you tap out? I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing Just to get some healin', nigga I can't lie, that shit there killed me, nigga (Oh) I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga It's better livin' soon It's better livin' soon It's better livin' soon I'm talkin' 'bout soon I hope it's soon [Outro] I say better livin', better livin', better livin', better livin' For all us I'm talkin' 'bout all us
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