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boobie trap at 9am - deebaby lyrics

[intro]
(younge, this is fire)
uh, uh, uh
i’m with some hoes right now that’ll have you rockin’
they’ll come right to you
and i’m with some hoes like man, these rappers federal
right now, she l!ckin’ me off of the bed, man

[chorus]
okay, five cars later, i’m her baby, n*gga (with twenty chains danglin’, five cars tainted and she— mm, uh, uh)
twenty chains later, i’m her baby, n*gga
if i f*ck her, she go crazy, she say, “baby, i wan’ have your f*ckin’ baby,” man, this crazy, n*gga
be protective ’bout his b*tch ’cause i just hit his ho, that’s cute, what the f*ck is you gon’ do?
i’m p*ssed off all these bars ’cause i done f*cked up all my juice, oh, well
but f*ck it, tell the truth
n*ggas won’t see me fall, that’s just some sh*t that i can’t do
i got o with me in the booth, i’m fried, deuce shootin’ out the roof
on 6*o, if i tell murda blow it right now, he f*ck her off view
if i put one next to a three, then yeah, your pop went just like poof
why you look like that? you spooked, hmm, f*ck it
n*gga called my big bro 2, you know if quay pull up, you through
n*gga, facts (ah, ah)

[verse]
i thought that i had opps, but i must not
be rollin’ all through the city without no glocks, still ain’t got shot, what the f*ck?
i could eyeball an eight ball without no clock
ayy, d, tell ’em how i rock (re*rock), how i rock (re*rock), how i rock, n*gga, yeah
cool hundred thousand for my birthday, i might f*ck off on a watch
n*gga, what the f*ck you bought? (what the f*ck you bought?)
nothin’? yeah, fifty at least? (d*mn, d*mn)
that’s what the f*ck i thought, mm, but i fell off? (mm)
sometimes you don’t get back what you invested
it’s not a loss, it’s a lesson, but it cost, n*gga, yeah
it’s a lesson, but it cost, mm*hmm, it’s a lesson, but it—
in the ‘yami, i’m with shotoff with some hoes who like molly
if you crush it right up, sniff it off her body
we at b00by trap at 9 a.m. with pistols in our pockets (yeah)
in the parking lot, we waitin’ on one of these f*ck n*ggas to try it
dressed him up fly, that n*gga died
your brother stuck in jail, you can’t make his bail, what the h*ll?
pull up, big ol’ yacht, bigger than a whale, fish scale
.308 is good, give that boy a bag, that sh*t smell
b*tch, i don’t need to rap, i can sell clientele to clientele
[chorus]
okay, five cars later, i’m her baby, n*gga (with twenty chains danglin’, five cars tainted and she— mm, uh, uh)
twenty chains later, i’m her baby, n*gga
if i f*ck her, she go crazy, she say, “baby, i wan’ have your f*ckin’ baby,” man, this crazy, n*gga
be protective ’bout his b*tch ’cause i just hit his ho, that’s cute, what the f*ck is you gon’ do?
i’m p*ssed off all these bars ’cause i done f*cked up all my juice, oh, well
but f*ck it, tell the truth
n*ggas won’t see me fall, that’s just some sh*t that i can’t do
i got o with me in the booth, i’m fried, deuce shootin’ out the roof
on 6*o, if i tell murda blow it right now, he f*ck her off view
if i put one next to a three, then yeah, your pop went just like poof
why you look like that? you spooked, hmm, f*ck it
n*gga called my big bro 2, you know if quay pull up, you through
n*gga, facts (ah, ah)

- deebaby lyrics

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