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deep thought - babys world lyrics

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
that b*tch f*ck with me ’cause i’m a big boss
n*gga, she don’t f*ck with you ’cause you big soft
ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus: babys world]
ayy, i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
i was taught to feed my n*ggas, ain’t no i in gang
we took them losses, ran it back up through the rain
i’m mad any p*ssy n*gga tryna cross my way
i’m done playin’, i’m pullin’ up on n*ggas broad day
give a f*ck if you don’t like me, i know god love me
this glock love me, turn that chopper, it’s gon’ get ugly
it’s a lot of punk n*ggas want me dead though
better off shootin’ yourself just like plaxico
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d be whippin’ up the best of dope
g74s, call them b*tches them cantaloupes
all these commas when i open up these envelopes
touch lonnie bands, p*ssy n*gga, you gon’ get smoked

[chorus: babys world]
ayy, i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
[verse 2: shredgang mone]
(shred, shred, shred, shred)
i been ridin’ in the bronx (uh*huh)
dolo, blowin’ on the ‘wood, a stick in the glock (thirty)
hit his hood with the drac’, i’m like jack in the box (h*llo)
locked my n*ggas down, but i promise ain’t nothin’ gon’ stop (nah)
beef ain’t beef ’til one of these n*ggas’ partners drop (rip)
my n*ggas punchin’ in them stores, you n*ggas punchin’ clocks (heat, n*gga)
i be on the same tip, what the f*ck is an opp? (who the f*ck is you?)
we was duckin’ from the feds, y’all was duckin’ shots (p*ssy)
by the time auty three, i want her daddy rich (yeah)
need a new ‘vert, forgis on it with a flatty in it (with a flatty in it)
who got the strongest cookie west? you better ask them n*ggas (you better ask them n*ggas)
my b*tch on her way from the bay with a package with her (shred)

[chorus: babys world]
ayy, i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
i’m in deep thought
i want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
you on some sh*t that peace off, callin’ beef off
nah, i’m a street boss, boy, the streets talk
i’m knee deep and they soft
[verse 3: baby money]
ayy, we blow ratchets, a soul sn*tcher, got cold habits
got roll habits, the blow slappin’, my phone crackin’
i bring this chopper in the club, n*gga keep appin’
if i could find a brick plug, i won’t keep rappin’
a hundred phones in one state, take a bite of the apple
diamonds dance off the lights, that’s a chain reaction
i’m in givenchy with mcqueen, i’m a fashion fanatic
love to see that money trip, got a passion for stackin’
up catchin’ the package, once it land, then it vanish
mix the perc’ with the acty, we got blues and opanas
see it in you b*tches’ eyes, y’all ain’t ’bout nothin’
this shirt ain’t got a sign on it, but it’s five hundred

[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
(money)
my whips ain’t got keys, my b*tches charge fees (uh*huh)
god blessed me like i sneezed (achoo), that’s why i’m so relieved
he ain’t gang, make him leave (gone), hands*on, we gon’ squeeze
out in cali’, different trees, catch flights out for them b’s
bro pop up, i got your p’s, yeah, i got your p’s
god protect your baby, please, feds wipin’ us clean
real boss, what you mean? hustles come with the game, n*gga
want the money, keep the fame, wrong move, watch me bang, n*gga
i can promise you that i will never change, n*gga
’cause n*ggas change once you start seein’ some change, n*gga
lost my n*gga back to back and it changed n*ggas
these n*ggas takin’ all these shots, but ain’t aimin’ with ’em, money

- babys world lyrics

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