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Oh lil baby on Snapchat Lil baby got back on the gram Lil baby gon' back back Lil baby going back to the vans We were chilling on face time Lil baby said you ain't mine But I just keep coming back I keep coming back with the racks And the stacks in the back Burnt out mixtures Wrote it in my scriptures Wrist make the time slow so I took a picture Clock like a ticker Water in the pitcher You got two strikes got you thinking I'm a pitcher Only giving out paper Only giving out smoke no vaper I've been down in the hills like a Laker All bark no bite never any takers Why they always saying hit me up throw it down AirPods I don't mess with wires never make a sound But if he gon' make a sound he gon' get a pound Square him up take him down throw his little ass to the ground Running on heat and I'm getting the meat Wait I'm getting the bread so my doggie can eat If he eat he gon' grow up let him see the world But I swear up on Twitter there's some different type of girls Oh lil baby on Snapchat Lil baby got back on the gram Lil baby gon' back back Lil baby going back to the vans We were chilling on face time Lil baby said you ain't mine But I just keep coming back I keep coming back with the racks And the stacks in the back Scrolling thru my feed and I double tap Then I get a snap like (ginger check your map) Then I check it and they all not alone But the sad thing was that I wasn't even home I just don't understand what's going through her mind Every time that she leave me opened I had to go out buy her Louis Gucci Prada damn are you joking? I still bought it for her though 'cause I'm a nice guy She don't care about love she wants the wifi She a wifi chaser She a hype guy hater Type five waiter 5 years later She was up in the DMS ginger I need some paper Oh lil baby on Snapchat Lil baby got back on the gram Lil baby gon' back back Lil baby going back to the vans We were chilling on face time Lil baby said you ain't mine But I just keep coming back I keep coming back with the racks And the stacks in the back