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zimbabwe - baby prince lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, uh
yeah, uh
liam got sum’ cash, ho’ (yeah)

[verse 1]
she call me papa, no biggie, i’m back in your city
my b*tch is too pretty; kardashian
we don’t sip vodka, we picky, my top just went missin’
i’m probably gon’ need a distraction
‘member like 2016 i was servin’ ’em fiends
now i’m back, trappin’ and rappin’
i kept that dope in my jeans, i had more self*esteem
now i dance on the beat; michael jackson
don’t leave out hood baby, this sh*t going my way
that diff’ type of cadence, i’m straight from zimbabwe
you gotta rewind it, i must do it better, i’m fly like propeller
i swear i’m still doing this sh*t for my grandma
my aunt and my sister right down to my cousin
all of a sudden i dropped out of collеge
i don’t see n0body my mind out my body
last year was plottin’ on getting
somе racks for these verbs, didn’t think it’d actually work
tell them “run me my election”
i beat contraception, i’m keepin’ my faith in the church
i need more hundreds, more fifties
less problems, more b*tches, he snakin’, he probably switch it
i’m looking for new conversations
i came a long way from mcdonald’s and washin’ these dishes
pssh, splash
[chorus]
okay i’m fresh out (fresh) tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (yes)
when i close a deal the only time i try to dance now (uh)
fresh up out that p*ssy, keep some hundreds in my pants now (fresh)
last year, was a fan i always got some time for fans now (yeah)
but i’m just tryna settle in, they thought i was american
i flew in from zimbabwe (whew) young, black, and australian (yes)
please don’t shoot the messenger (nah) i’m back on my civilian (back)
i’m black so i’m resilient (black) my sheila on a million (milli)

[verse 2]
first i took the sack, pete bol how i ran off (first, first)
i’m just tryna stack these aussie dollars for my grandma
still i don’t see no threat, still keep my head up like a banner
you know where i’m at, this sh*t is not the type for camera
i know you was hurtin’, did you dirty like my fanta (uh)
the truth i had to stretch, i’m talkin french, but not montana
2017 was off the lean, oh, girl, excuse me
i was seventeen, i had some dreams but then you
went and gave it up to bro, you know that hurt my ego
i’m just worried ’bout my ceelo (worried ’bout my ceelo)
know if i call then i’m gon’ need mo’ (know if i call then i’m gon’ need mo’)
if anybody know, then we know (we know)
i been lost in sydney for some months, i need my zeros (she got to go i can’t be your hero)
she can’t find me like i’m nemo (worried ’bout my ceelo)
quick to block her like i’m d*bo (know if i call then i’m gon’ need mo)
trap n*gga like i’m nino
[chorus]
okay i’m fresh out (fresh out) tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (games now)
when i close a deal the only time i try to dance now (uh)
fresh up out that p*ssy, keep some hundreds in my pants now
last year, was a fan i always got some time for fans now (yeah)
but i’m just tryna settle in, they thought i was american
i flew in from zimbabwe (whew) young, black, and australian (yes)
please don’t shoot the messenger (yes) i’m back on my civilian (back)
i’m black so i’m resilient (black) my sheila on a million (whoa)

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