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yeyeezytunechiweezy - babychiefdoit lyrics

[intro]
baow, b*tch, baow

[verse 1]
she want a shark, but i’m nothin’ like none of these n*ggas, i’m vicious, i’m a piranha, though (slatt)
hop in a straight, if you don’t got a drac’, it get hot in this b*tch like you stuck in a sauna (it get hot, it get hot)
they blowin’ smoke wit’ the gang but he don’t got no bodies, the f*ck, is the young n*gga high? (is the young n*gga high?)
shoot up the funeral, don’t give a f*ck where the pastor’s at, that n*gga can die (that n*gga can die)
n*ggas’ll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? they must be mine (y’all must be mine)
n*ggas be sayin’ this animals only, but what kind? it must be swine (it must be swine)
this ho tall so i gotta climb, come suck my d*ck, i’m tryna unwind (okay, okay)
young as h*ll wit’ a ten mill’ (grrt), this grown ass man still playin’ wit’ ninеs (baow, baow)
he took you but you hang with him, a lot of sh*t don’t make sensе (why you hang with him?)
it’s just a lot of sh*t i don’t get, this nick’, you don’t wanna get hit wit’ this
one n*gga had got hit wit’ switch in the head, he ain’t dead but it made him forget
one n*gga had got hit in his kidney, he ain’t die but it made him sh*t

[chorus]
b*tch, i feel like ye’, i’m yeezy, n*gga
gettin’ that tunechi, weezy, n*gga (tunechi)
boy, this sh*t too easy, n*gga
remember they wouldn’t believe a n*gga (okay)
come on, let’s go, no sleazy, n*gga
my rap’, they still gotta free that n*gga
you better talk to jesus, n*gga
soon we gon’ send you to meet that n*gga (hallelujah)
[verse 2]
f*ck yo’ man, i’ll beat that n*gga
and if i can, i’ma smoke his ass (baow, baow), it’s gon’ be r.i.p. that n*gga (r.i.p.)
bad lil’ barbie call me arby, she know this where the meat at, n*gga (we have the meats, we have the meats)
tell me where you wanna meet at, n*gga
i’ll f*ck ’round, pull where you sleep at, n*gga (baow, baow)
i’m blowin’ as soon as i see that n*gga
a lot of n*ggas don’t like me
because i’m the realest n*gga you gon’ ever see
on some freddy krueger sh*t, i pull up in your dreams, on foe’nem, uh

[verse 3]
you don’t want smoke, n*gga, you better go ‘head, we tryna mr. potato a n*gga (we switchin’ his body parts around, aw, h*ll nah)
cut off his hands, glue his d*ck to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a n*gga (ew)
we paintin’ ’em red, what you thought we was doin’? in california, we makin’ a movie
you trickin’ on b*tches that’s broke like a loosie, while i’m tryna crumble a bad b*tch cookie
somebody in here smell like dookie
why this b*tch act like i need her? i can’t stand to smell her coochie (that sh*t stink)
hoes be havin’ me f*cked up, had to look in the mirror like am i a goofy? (what?)
b*tch, do i look like a clown? (really?)
if i throw some cash, is you gon’ make that ass go ’round?
is you gon’ turn that ass around?
is you gon’ make that sh*t go up and down?

[chorus]
i feel like ye’, i’m yeezy, n*gga
gettin’ that tunechi, weezy, n*gga
boy, this sh*t too easy, n*gga
remember they didn’t believe a n*gga
come on, let’s go, no sleazy, n*gga
my rap’, they still gotta free that n*gga
you better talk to jesus, n*gga
soon we gon’ send you to meet that n*gga
[outro]
baow
i’m blowin’ as soon as i see a n*gga
i’m blowin’ as soon as i—
i’m blowin’, i’m blowin’ as soon as i see that n*gga, on b
gang
slatt, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, big 2612 sh*t

- babychiefdoit lyrics

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