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no hook part 3 - baby ctm feat. g-yoda lyrics

come on the block and you know i’m
straight thuggin you already know i might f*ck
on his sister then i might f*ck on his cousin

n*ggas know sosa not goin for nothin
i’m in the trap and that sh*t really jumpin
i’m in the trap trying to serve on some work. n*gga *breath, breath* talking that crazy
sh*t must be off perks

n*ggas be p*ssy they not tryin to slide
i know he a b*tch i can see in his eyes
n*ggas be actin like they with this sh*t but they not with this sh*t they be all in disguise
like d*mn like what you wanna do, swerve in a rari then swerve in a coupe
shawty goin suck my d*ck blow me like soup
d*mn you already know what i do
[verse 2: g*yoda]
d*mnnn
they know where i’m at stuck inna trap counting some racks, smoking some loud, d*mn like
no time for debating
i’m patiently waiting, you can get k!ll f*ck playin hop out the car and start spraying
pull off like the f*ck you saying

n*ggas be jokes, tryna get rich tryna buy me a boat!
d*ck in her mouth it made that b*tch choke
i’m g*yoda b*tch, i’m the goat
play out ya body, throw you down a slope

don’t got the 45, i got the 40
she wanna f*ck told that b*tch don’t record me. f*ck nana, only call when i’m h*rny
shawn got her pregnant now that b*tch on maury

[verse 3: baby ctm]
saiah be lying that b*tch telling stories, i’m in the trap wit a couple of n*ggas tryna get flips with a couple of n*ggas!

n*ggas be talkin about they gettin packs, i’ll take ya pack and then go flip the pack
f*ck is you saying you know where i’m at up on the wood you know where im at

stick hit his leg make his body collapse got h*lla opps why the f*ck would i lack

n*gga be thinking i be lying in my raps, n*gga come see if this sh*t really cap
play wit g*yoda man you is a dead man

huh i’m counting dead*mans huh f*ck ya dead*mans. i’m in the field wit the fn. you playing checkers i’m playing chess man, who gave the drop up that was ya best friend

speaking of best friend, i got the smith and the wesson b*tch mad cuz we not texting

he try me once, he won’t try me again. he tried to slime won’t slime me again. i’m from 95ve, i’ma go for the win

i’m f*ckin sisters i f*ck em they twins. if you wanna get busy, we could get busy

i’m counting 100’s and motherf*ckin 50’s
i hit from the back she sing like she whitney

*inaudible*

- baby ctm feat g yoda lyrics

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