Lyrics:
telling them stop that (Yes sir)
I got bullied so much that I ain't even talk back (Ok)
Left the class with no hall pass (Uh)
And I thought to myself
What
into baby blues,
UNC the shoes
Uh, I got, yeah, I got lots of money, higher places
I got lots of money, higher places
I got lots of money, higher places
[Alien]
I am sir dogg, dpg fuck, and I hate water.
I never learned to swim,
put me down! let go of my leg!
I hate water! I can't swim!
[Snoop]
money 'cause I finance my own campaign.
I ain't for sale.
I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby,
Big as a hay bale, yes sir
Now I want
weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans
black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so fuck it man
Mix-A-Lot baby got back
You think you scary for carrying a gat
Blood on cement
Imma make you go splat
Obvious winner just look at the stats
And the stacks
a lil', got a lil' bitch from lil' Haiti
Watch her go wipe that lil' baby (lil' baby)
Would I share money with you? That's a no
My nigga, that's not
Uhn
Woooo
Joor ooo
Go
I've been looking for someone like you
I've been searching for someone like you
Baby i know it hurts but i got your back
And now we locked in to the end
I smile back at them with straight teeth (yes-yessir!)
'Cuz none of y'all can say you made me (no-no sir!)
It took a lot
jam me
I whip these babies, shoulda got a nanny
still got the formula, them bars was just to warn you, bruh
my past done tore me up
The rap game Blade,
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
It's just some Marli'World Shit
Oh
Baby if a nigga fall off
I'ma bounce back
Never give it to a lame
Cause they don't know how to act
Me
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
with a little mix
How many licks its gone take to get to where I'm tryna get
Got her in the kitchen cooking now come and get a fix
Lil baby make me proud
and conquering)
Live and conquer (we're living)
Live and conquer (and conquering)
Live and conquer (We're living, living and conquering)
I'm not Sir Mix-a-Lot but
about my Vogues
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast
little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
you're used to
I got that black girl juju
Back water track slaughter
Swagger when I move through
Edges stay fleeky
Sneaker game squeaky
Serving Nefertiti
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
calling me a Poet cause a nigga got a lot of stories yea
Remember when I was a kid swore I won't do weed now they call me high baby
How the blood get cold
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
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