Baby $hit - Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
[00:00.020] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
[00:00.040]The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
[00:02.913]Champ (What's up? What's up?)
[00:04.507]James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
[00:06.413]C*****e (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:10.071]Ayy, man, don't never **** with a nigga that
[00:12.004]That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
[00:13.310]The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
[00:14.929]I swear to God, on my mama, nigga
[00:16.262]Yeah, yeah
[00:16.810]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit
[00:18.508]I had to take this shit , go get your paper, b***h
[00:20.415]Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
[00:22.296]I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
[00:24.098]Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape
[00:26.371]But I can never save a b***h
[00:27.938]****in' ball player baby mamas hit me
[00:29.924]When them niggas play the Lakers, b***h
[00:31.517]We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
[00:33.424]California blow, she got a 'caine habit
[00:35.200]I don't want the p***y if the gang had it
[00:37.029]Was a ho before she got the same habit
[00:38.805]Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
[00:40.660]dope and c*****e got my name brackin'
[00:42.541]I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
[00:44.396]Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
[00:46.355]Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
[00:48.471]Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
[00:50.378]Share the d**k, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
[00:52.206]Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
[00:54.061]Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
[00:55.942]Cougar p***y, I **** a rich nigga wife
[00:57.796]Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
[00:59.573]Porsche engine, that b***h in the byke, byke
[01:01.453]Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
[01:03.282]Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
[01:05.293]Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
[01:06.939]Hit that proper until that b***h locked up
[01:08.768]Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
[01:10.596]R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
[01:12.451]Screw a b***h in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
[01:15.298]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit , I had to take this shit
[01:18.459]Go get your paper, b***h
[01:19.400]Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a t*******e with my new Australian b***h
[01:23.135]Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
[01:26.792]Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit
[01:30.606]Give them 36's to my side piece
[01:32.461]40 millimeter on the timepiece
[01:34.107]Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
[01:36.092]She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
[01:37.816]Keep them yucky b*****s from around me
[01:39.618]Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
[01:41.473]Of a b***h I used to **** with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
[01:45.261]Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
[01:47.612]Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
[01:49.310]Share the d**k, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
[01:51.243]Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
[01:53.071]Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
[01:54.848]Cougar p***y, I **** a rich nigga wife
[01:56.729]Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
[01:58.714]I'll be right back
[01:59.707]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit , I had to take this shit
[02:02.711]Go get your paper, b***h
[02:03.782]Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
[02:05.715]I'm cookin' dope , be cleanin' baby shit
[02:07.491]Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
[02:11.044]The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
[02:13.003]Tell the p***y niggas suck a baby d**k, b***h
[02:15.641]Yeah, yeah yeah
[02:27.240](Nothin' else to say, b***h, gang)
[02:32.072](Yeah, yeah)
[02:51.769]You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
[02:57.359]It's not 'cause of the money, why?
[03:02.191]'Cause every miserable street junkie
[03:06.893]Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix
[03:14.077]Every nigga baby born with a "habit"
[03:19.955]Makes me happy, makes my heart sing

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作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (What's up? What's up?)
James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
C*****e (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, man, don't never **** with a nigga that
That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit
I had to take this shit , go get your paper, b***h
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape
But I can never save a b***h
****in' ball player baby mamas hit me
When them niggas play the Lakers, b***h
We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want the p***y if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
dope and c*****e got my name brackin'
I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
Share the d**k, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
Cougar p***y, I **** a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Porsche engine, that b***h in the byke, byke
Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
Hit that proper until that b***h locked up
Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
Screw a b***h in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit , I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, b***h
Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a t*******e with my new Australian b***h
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit
Give them 36's to my side piece
40 millimeter on the timepiece
Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
Keep them yucky b*****s from around me
Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
Of a b***h I used to **** with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike
Share the d**k, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
Cougar p***y, I **** a rich nigga wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
I'll be right back
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit , I had to take this shit
Go get your paper, b***h
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
I'm cookin' dope , be cleanin' baby shit
Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
Tell the p***y niggas suck a baby d**k, b***h
Yeah, yeah yeah
(Nothin' else to say, b***h, gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
It's not 'cause of the money, why?
'Cause every miserable street junkie
Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix
Every nigga baby born with a "habit"
Makes me happy, makes my heart sing