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my li baby - izaya tiji lyrics

[intro]
(mingo, haha)

[verse]
need a whole benz, mercedes (you slayed this one)
he*henny in my cup, one for my lady (one for my*)
yeah, i’m a addict for that fetty’
n*gga you know my dogs they too ready
always keep a arm around my choppa ’cause that’s my li’ baby
and i f*cked yo’ b*tch, she not my b*tch, she my li’ baby
i will hand n*ggas to [?] ’cause n*gga he go crazy
tell me how to run it up, n*gga i can’t be lazy
money taught me how to walk (walk)
d*mn near taught me how to run and how to jump (lets go, lets go)
it’s a move, we right on him, but it cost (cost)
(lets go, lets go, go)
f*cked yo’ b*tch, sorry n*gga it ain’t my fault (lets go, lets go)
when we was broke they ain’t say nun’, now a n*ggas lil’ b*tch wanna shake sumn’ (yeah*yuh)
yeah jugg yo’ sh*t but do not say nun’, ’cause my lil’ n*ggas’ll shoot sumn’ (yeah*yuh)
and i got some runners that you could put your feet on, but don’t think i love you hoe (yeah*yuh)
and r.i.p all my lil’ dead ones, i really miss you bro

[bridge]
and i can see right through the fake, right through the curtains
still can hit yo’ boy, then leave him burnin’
put him in the air, lets turn ’em (bop*bop)
my n*gga got more sticks than a colonel
steady f*cking on this b*tch, how she not fertile? (blatt)
[verse 2]
h*llcat, sh*t look like a console (errr)
we finna beat this n*gga up, just like a bongo (boom, woah*woah)
gugh*gugh*gugh*gugh*gugh, f*ck up her tonsils (lets go, lets go*lets go)
these n*ggas tryna test me, i’m the wrong one (wrong one)
(okay, lets go)
think yo’ ex is jealous, just like [?]
(okay, lets go)
coolin’; kickin’ back, eatin’ fondue (eatin’ fondue)
we smoke og gas, he smoke that dog p**p (smoke that dog p**p)
he keep talkin’ that sh*t, we gon’ touch ’em (we gon’ touch ’em n*gga)
n*gga keep flexin’ that b*tch, but we can f*ck her (we can f*ck her n*gga)
nut on this b*tch face, i give her a lil’ touch*up (touch*up n*gga)
me and my n*ggas we ball, like chris tucker (like chris tucker n*gga)
glock 2*3 lil’ n*gga, we can knock up (we can knock up n*gga)
he ain’t talkin’ that money, then shut the f*ck up (f*ck up)
ayy, 8*15, n*gga this a choppa (choppa)
he’ll rat for some cheese, n*gga be a cop’a
(mingo, haha)

- izaya tiji lyrics

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