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final testimony - babybalmainn & babyboythepiper lyrics

[intro: babyboythepiper]
aye, yeah
babyboy
i told my n*ggas get ready for the big sh*t, big trips bout to takeoff with the rap

[verse 1: babyboythepiper]
i told my n*ggas get ready for the big sh*t, big trips bout to takeoff with the rap
who you know ready to buss on a n*gga that fake, like a bottle just knock off his cap
i got some n*ggas up out of the trenches ain’t working no job, they just loving the trap
i got some b*tches who sucking and f*cking, ain’t wifing these woman, ain’t got time for that
aye, yeah
i don’t like fake friends, want no new friends, n*gga moving sideways, these n*ggas loose ends
swipe a card two bands, working for them backends, holla at my side chick, tell her bring two friends
got a lil modeling b*tch, the first that i hit i was drowning and sh*t
we working for commas and sh*t, take the gang to the top ain’t no grounding this lift
[chorus: babyboythepiper]
ain’t got no time to be talking, long way from home, busy grinding for my day one n*ggas
call you my brother i know i could trust you, if a n*gga come play you’d lay that n*gga
told you i got you, i got you for life, if i see my n*gga down imma save that n*gga
demons on go, stay ten toes, still think sh*t sweet just slay that n*gga
one of my dawgs live and die by the trigger
and my day one n*gga be f*cking on strippers
b*tches love to tell me jay you that n*gga
tell her no hoe baby you don’t know my n*gga
grind to the maximum, h*ll of pounds yeah having em
got the juice like a capri sun, got her leaking no abraham

[verse 2: babybalmainn]
she want to run with me, but she can’t come with me
know i be popping my sh*t but just humbly
look in the mirror and say boy you was born to be
don’t gotta flex for no n*gga that’s under me
yeah i get high in my zone, tend to think a lot
they ain’t gone talk what’s the truth, they gone hide what its really bout
first things was confusing, now i got all figured out
got the key so i stay with the glock on a paper route
and i’m working so i could have prada and momma be proud that i worked for my dollars
bring your hoe to the trap she gone swallow, my n*ggas the type to be f*cking your momma
out of love tired of f*cking with karma, name the way that we blast off osama
once my dawg link with me ain’t no going down, and i call her ms. tonka how she toy around
and she love that extended s*x, going rounds
give my love to my island, we soul bound
and still they gone hate me, can’t try to please everybody some gone drown can’t catch on to the wavy
make a quarter mil what i start making daily, up on the ratings
give back to my brothers, i promise i got em whenever i make it
[chorus: babyboythepiper]
ain’t got no time to be talking, long way from home, busy grinding for my day one n*ggas
call you my brother i know i could trust you, if a n*gga come play you’d lay that n*gga
told you i got you, i got you for life, if i see my n*gga down imma save that n*gga
demons on go, stay ten toes, still think sh*t sweet just slay that n*gga
one of my dawgs live and die by the trigger
and my day one n*gga be f*cking on strippers
b*tches love to tell me jay you that n*gga
tell her no hoe baby you don’t know my n*gga
grind to the maximum, h*ll of pounds yeah having em
got the juice like a capri sun, got her leaking no abraham

[outro: babyboythepiper]
babyboy, brothers out the trap
that my day one n*ggas

- babybalmainn babyboythepiper lyrics

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