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babysitting - 509_bmg lyrics

(intro)

my n*ggas up to something, ya’ll n*ggas ain’t on nuthin’
up that choppa turn them boys to 4*flat runnin’
i shoot behind the line like oklahoma city thunder (ay)
what ya’ll on i’m tryna put a p*ssy n*gga under
jump out the cut and shoot precise i got a perfect jumper
glock 30, it shoot .45 i’m tryna smack somethin’
baby girl your n*gga broke as f*ck, he be bread crumbin’
i can’t babysit no n*gga who ain’t got no money

that n*gga on some ho sh*t so i had to check em’
bmg, i can’t leave the crib without my weapon
i cut the [?] wherever as long as [?] can [?] me (ay)
chopstick, quick k!ll a b*tch like phil spector (ay)
i got landmines any b*tch watch where your steppin’ (ay)
i smacked a n*gga by myself, i ain’t call a jefe
fly n*gga, i’ll still crash your ass like 9/11 (9/11)
when i’m finished with em, better hope he went to heaven
jefe pop up out the cut, with a glock 19
jefe pop up out the cut with gen 5 it’s shiny
told the ho to roll my cracka pack up, b*tch come fry me
p*ssy n*gga still totin’ that micro, it’s tiny (ay)
it get dark up on that road, turn on yo high beams (ay)
don’t make me call my n*gga [?], freeze you like ice cream
way i don’t f*ck with the n*ggas, think i’m right wing
freak b*tch she wanna taste i told that ho come bite me (bet)
i’m dropping d*ck inside that ho, her p*ssy tightening
i like all different type of hoes i got variety
all these [?] n*gga make ya b*tch go get a diary
n*ggas flack with that gangsta act, that sh*t don’t frighten me (ay)
[?] with the d*ck i need some privacy
i’m in these f*ck n*ggas function like they invited me
the way my n*gga vid pop bars he got anxiety
which one of my brothers gettin’ rich first, that’s sibling rivalry (ay)
my n*ggas up to something, ya’ll n*ggas ain’t on nuthin’
up that choppa turn them boys to 4*flat runnin’ (ay)
i shoot behind the line like oklahoma city thunder (ay)
what ya’ll on i’m tryna put a p*ssy n*gga under
jump out the cut and shoot precise i got a perfect jumper
glock 23, shoot 40 cal i’m tryna smack somethin’
baby girl your n*gga broke as f*ck, he be bread crumbin’
i can’t babysit no n*gga who ain’t got no money

- 509_bmg lyrics

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