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too slow - babychiefdoit lyrics

[intro: babychiefdoit]
(d*mn, finngotit)
brr, yeah (yeah)
yeah, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, man, big babychiefdoit, man (yeah, brr, brr, brr)
26 12 sh*t (gang, gang, slatt)

[chorus: babychiefdoit]
i say, i keep runnin’ out of sh*t to say, i don’t wanna rap no more (i don’t wanna rap)
i wanna swing my door on a n*gga, tryna put tags on toes
why would i trip ’bout a b*tch? nine times out of ten, i already had them hoes (i already had that b*tch)
we chase sh*t down, for sure, one n*gga tried to run, but his ass too slow (come here, come here)

[verse 1: babychiefdoit]
i really make sh*t sit down, n*ggas better get down or get left on the floor
i’m the weatherman, you don’t know who i am? lil’ b*tch, i make sh*t snow (b*tch)
my money made me tall as f*ck, i didn’t need to grow (i ain’t need to grow)
i’m gettin’ high off laughter, hearin’ the opps get took, don’t need to smoke (ha, hahaha)
you say you hot, but, no, you not
psa, won’t peace treaty sh*t, we gon’ k!ll whoever f*ck with the opps (we k!llin’ your ass)
midnight, tweakin’ in this b*tch, they got me started and i can’t stop
since they wanna troll, i’m throwin’ up fours ’cause you already know four n*ggas got shot (four n*ggas got put in the bed)
clean up, pullin’ up on n*ggas with the mops
ain’t gotta go on hits, n*gga, i’m too rich, 10k straight payin’ for tops
i ain’t got much to offer, d*ck, money, and d*ck is all i got
i don’t think you understand, i can take you to the top (i don’t think you understand)
i know i look like a b*tch, but i blew more smoke than you and your crew
i told bro his ass gon’ die, one day later, his ass went, “poof”
i feel like star bandz, come through blowin’, baow, boom, boom, boom
punchin’ him right in his sh*t so godd*mn hard, that n*gga done swallowed a tooth (d*mn)
[chorus: babychiefdoit & star bandz]
i keep runnin’ out of sh*t to say, i don’t wanna rap no more
i wanna swing my door on a n*gga, tryna put tags on toes
why would i trip ’bout a b*tch? nine times out of ten, i already them hoes (i already had that b*tch)
we chase sh*t down, for sure, one n*gga tried to run, but his ass too slow (yeah)

[verse 2: star bandz]
sb with it all, i’ll bust them sh*lls and i’ll go toe*to*toe (yeah)
got certified clappers, big bad wolf, the type blow down your door (yeah, yeah)
i been waitin’ to blow, i’m like a fiend, i want all the smoke (i want all the smoke)
chase him down, hit him in his throat, make that n*gga choke (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t leave out the crib without my chains on me (without my chains on me)
v.i.p., walk in the party with that thing on me (i got that thing on me)
i got them hitters with me, so i wish you would (wish a n*gga would)
opps say i’m weak, then i laugh because i do the things you wish you could (i do the things you wish you could)
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
got them youngins on that corner like the king of the hill
and i’ve been countin’ racks before i had a deal (‘fore i had a deal, n*gga)
opps should be mad ’bout bein’ broke, but be mad about a n*gga, be for real (be for real)
hate that bop with all my heart, jump on her face, stomp her out (stomp, stomp)
i’m the type to smack your mom ’cause she ain’t teach you watch your mouth (stomp, stomp)
scratch the posts and come get with me, goofies do so much for clout
seen me dolo, ain’t do nothin’ ’cause they know what i’m about, n*gga

[chorus: babychiefdoit]
i keep runnin’ out of sh*t to say, i don’t wanna rap no more (at all)
i wanna swing my door on a n*gga, tryna put tags on toes (you b*tch*ass n*gga)
why would i trip ’bout a b*tch? nine times out of ten, i already them hoes
we chase sh*t down, for sure, one n*gga tried to run, but his ass too slow
[outro: babychiefdoit]
on everything, n*gga,

- babychiefdoit lyrics

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